[ In room 3A, Wysteria’s voice blusters out of a crystal on a table alone beside a disparate scatter of personal effects. Mr. Dickerson watches it light up in time with the patter of her speech from the foot of his bed, cloaked in blankets. ]
Perhaps they’re overdue for a difficult lesson in respect.
[ Somehow there is a fracture in his saying so, a weakness in the structure of acknowledging it as a problem at all. Ugh. ]
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Perhaps they’re overdue for a difficult lesson in respect.
[ Somehow there is a fracture in his saying so, a weakness in the structure of acknowledging it as a problem at all. Ugh. ]
Are you really concerned about this?