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Why not go to a bar, then? You could at least get someone to come home with you at least. Well, a greater chance.

Oh, I don't drink.

Sure seemed like it. He didn’t lose as much as a lot of others thankfully, and he was able to take in quite a few of my siblings when the farm went to hell but the last time I was able to communicate with him was nearly a year before I… died or whatever happened.

So you don't know if he made it or not?

From the way he described it, there were a lot of scantily clothed women dancing on a stage. He was, until the stock markets crashed. 

He was living the dream, wasn't he? Did he survive the whole depression thing?

Why pay for something you can’t take home? Doesn’t make sense to me, cause you still go home alone and sad.

I suppose. But I suppose you'd also go home drunk, so you're not completely sober to notice you're alone.

Are they kind of like Burlesque clubs? I had an uncle from Boston who used to own one. 

A Burlesque club? I'm not sure I know what that is, but it's probably the same thing. Was your uncle rich?

No, not you in particular. The boys who actually spend their money at strip clubs.

I mean...I was going to give a couple of charitable hand outs, but I didn't have enough money to get into the club.

They’re genius though. Men literally throw their money at those girls, and they’re not even allowed to touch them. Boys are dumb.

I don't think I'm dumb. I just pointed out how strange it is. I'm thinking outside the box, thanks very much.

What other explanation can you come up with that is likely?

That we all got a second chance.

What are you sorry for? No, no, no apologies needed, it’s all alright.

It's just a shame that you have to deal with that each night.

Things like people like you are insignificant. And that if not you, then it’d be us. Survival of the fittest.

It should be you. You should be the one being torn apart. Maybe it'd teach you a little compassion.

My father’s a general. He’s told me a lot of things.

What kind of things?

Yeah, when it’s too silent I can, or dream about it sometimes.

A real curse. I'm sorry.

What does it matter who I am?

It matters because I want an honest reason as to why you think yourself so much higher than me.

Not really no, I can still hear the gunshots and canyons and screams so, it’s a work in progres I’d expect.

You can still hear those things? I can sometimes hear things too. At night, mostly.