Pita:
You're late.
Creasy:
I'm sorry.
Pita:
Where's my mother?
Creasy:
I dropped her at home.
Pita:
It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you?
[Creasy doesn't answer]
Pita:
Do you think my mom likes you?
Creasy:
I think she's afraid of me. But not the same way most people are.
Pita:
I'm not afraid of you.
Creasy:
I know you're not.
Pita:
Are you afraid of me?
Creasy:
I used to be. At first. But not any more.
Pita:
Good.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:27