Deirdre Burroughs:
I disapprove of your choices.
Augusten Burroughs:
I haven't had a choice!
Deirdre Burroughs:
You did when you wrote this, didn't you?
Augusten Burroughs:
You read my journal?
Deirdre Burroughs:
Don't try and compete with me, Augusten. If you move back in with me, I won't allow it. You'll only get hurt. When I become a very famous woman, they'll write that I had a son who was a writer too, who doesn't compare to my brilliance. I want more for you than that.
Augusten Burroughs:
Did you mix your pills again?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:54