Uh, yeah, you're dead. Don't you remember? The Golden Shore, your oh-so-terrible life amongst the rich and famous? Overdosing on the cocktail of pills your brutish agent was always physically ramming down your throat?
And what's with the text? Trying to pretend this is your original voyage, Maman? Come on, you're a better actress than that!
I don't know who you are, but I think you're mistaken. I've never been to the Golden Shore - it's our destination right now. I don't know anything about drinks and managers!
And... and I'm certainly not a mother, though God willing I may be one day.
THE.
FUCK.]
...You're dead.
[And Caro's pretty sure she's not high or drunk.]
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[What is this girl talking about? Who is she?]
Of course I'm not dead! If I were dead, I would not be here.
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And what's with the text? Trying to pretend this is your original voyage, Maman? Come on, you're a better actress than that!
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And... and I'm certainly not a mother, though God willing I may be one day.
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Well it matters fuck all to me whether or not you acknowledge my existance. It's not like it was ever your top priority.
[Click.]
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