Earl. You don’t look that bad. You prick. “Cocksucker.” That’s what you used to like to say, right? “Cocksucker.” But you are a cocksucker, Earl. It hurts, doesn’t it? Huh? You in a lot of pain? She was in a lot of pain. Right to the end, she was in a lot of pain. I know because I, I was there, Earl. You didn’t like illness, though, do you? I was there. She waited for your call. For you to come. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry for you! You cocksucker, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that I hate your fucking guts. You can just fucking die, you fuck. And I hope it hurts, I fucking hope it hurts. Why didn’t you call? I fucking hate you. Goddamn you, you fucking asshole. Oh, God, you fucking asshole. Don’t go away, you fucking asshole! Oh, God, don’t go away, you fucking asshole!
Magnolia, Frank T.J. Mackey
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