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Callous
G.: Hello?
T.:
G.: Hello?
T.:
G.: I'm hanging --
T.: ... Wait.
G.: Hello?
T.: I'm here.
G.: Who is this?
T.: It's T., Mom.
G.: ... T.
T.: How are you?
G.: I don't have any money to give you. I wouldn't, anyway.
T.: I don't --
G.: What do you want?
T.: Mom. I'm in trouble.
G.: Oh, sure. Of course you're in trouble.
T.: It's not like --
G.: It's always trouble. It's always money trouble. I should be used to these calls. I should be used to the fact that my daughter is whoring herself out. I should be callous to this by now.
T.: I'm pregnant.
G.: ...
T.: I'm going to have a baby, Mom.
G.: I -- well, I should've known this would happen. I thought your generation understood safe sex and protection better than --
T.: I was raped, Mom.
G.: Oh, I bet all of you girls call it that if the guy doesn't pay you. Go tell the cops. Why are you calling me?
T.: Mom, I don't know who else I can talk to --
G.: Me? I don't even know you, T. You're a pr -- a prostitute.
T.: Mom, please.
G.: This is the part where I play the bitter mother and hang up, isn't it.
T.: Mom, I just -- Mom? Mom.
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