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"
Of
course
I
do
.
I
’
m
a
human
being
.
"
She
said
,
stop
talking
,
when
I
was
going
on
.
She
complained
about
the
light
.
"
It
’
s
this
artificial
light
.
I
can
never
draw
by
it
.
It
lies
.
"
I
knew
what
she
was
getting
at
,
so
I
kept
my
mouth
shut
.
Then
again
—
it
may
not
have
been
that
first
morning
she
drew
me
,
I
can
’
t
remember
which
day
it
was
—
she
suddenly
came
out
with
,
"
You
’
re
lucky
having
no
parents
.
Mine
have
only
kept
together
because
of
my
sister
and
me
.
"
How
do
you
know
,
I
said
.
"
Because
my
mother
’
s
told
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
my
father
.
My
mother
’
s
a
bitch
.
A
nasty
ambitious
middle
-
class
bitch
.
She
drinks
.
"
I
heard
,
I
said
.
"
I
could
never
have
friends
to
stay
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
said
.
She
gave
me
a
sharp
look
,
but
I
wasn
’
t
being
sarcastic
.
I
told
her
about
my
father
drinking
,
and
my
mother
.
