Entry 2
I'm a lawyer. To doubt everybody is my job. To lie for somebody is my job. My client's life is my business. I'm the biggest nosy bitch in town. But who would have thought that I had to do my job in my own home. I never doubted you. I've always been honest to you. Yes, it's probably my fault for not doing what I do best. Because apparently, you're the liar in this relationship. Oh, yes. I'm talking about those overnight trips. Is she younger? Sweeter? Better in bed? My diamonds, did she like it? What did she say about your six-month-old son? Our neighbor saw a blond girl on our doorstep, with your tongue plunging down her throat. The same neighbor told me she was sure that it was a brunette last week. Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me! I made you. I fucking made you. Picked you up on the streets. How much does a hippie surfer earn? Fucking none. I dressed you good. And I paid for every brick in you momma's house. You should have told me right from the start that you're a fucking whore. What? You kissed me and you liked it? You know what? It would have been perfectly fine for me if you asked to be paid the first time we had sex. Because let me tell you. I. Can. Fucking. Afford. You. And you're pretty good at faking it, by the way. So I'm definitely going to pay you good money for your fucking virgin asshole. 'Coz you obviously needed the money, and I've got plenty. Leave! And don't take anything, you've stolen enough from me. I don't need you. My son don't need you. You fucking liar.
So, is this the moment you're gonna tell me that you're not fucking gay?
-Ivan Purry
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