[He knows it does. Freddy shifts again to better conform against Larry's body, like fucking puzzle pieces or some other metaphor you find on Hallmark cards. But it works.]
Ohhh yeah. [Freddy affirms with greater amusement. Like father like son for three generations.] I tried to make it up to him anyway, I mean not that I was gonna quit academy either, but I wanted to make peace or somethin' you know? I wanted to play him a song, for him and my mom. He wasn't havin' it.
[Oh shit the kid's rubbing an eye with the heel of his palm. Nothing major, just rubbing...] I put it up after I came back to LA.
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[He knows it does. Freddy shifts again to better conform against Larry's body, like fucking puzzle pieces or some other metaphor you find on Hallmark cards. But it works.]
Ohhh yeah. [Freddy affirms with greater amusement. Like father like son for three generations.] I tried to make it up to him anyway, I mean not that I was gonna quit academy either, but I wanted to make peace or somethin' you know? I wanted to play him a song, for him and my mom. He wasn't havin' it.
[Oh shit the kid's rubbing an eye with the heel of his palm. Nothing major, just rubbing...] I put it up after I came back to LA.