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"This was such fucking bullshit. Otis is a fucking jerk, and Baby is annoying the hell out of me. Rufus and Tiny haven't been that bad, Cutter is a dickhead, Mama is sweet to me...I love her. She's very nice."
Read a page out of Valeries notepad, of course Baby would've been the one to find it AND be a nosy little fuck.
"VALERIE!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!!"
Yelled Baby from the downstairs couch. Valerie stood up and made her way down the stairs. Baby kept yelling and bitching before Valerie even got downstairs, Baby obviously had to have been reading more of the notepad, which was her fault.
"Damn Baby I can hear you y'know..no reason to be so fucking loud."
Valerie poked her head from the stair corridor, staring at Baby. The second Valerie noticed the notepad in Baby's hand; her face went pale.
"What the FUCK Baby?! Where did you find that!!"
"The better question is why the fuck are you calling me annoying!? I barely talk to you unless I need something!"
Snarked Baby.
"At least hide the shit better so nobody finds it."
Baby said, tossing the notepad to Valerie before leaving the room, leaving Valerie alone with the soft hum of the television set and the gentle rain outside. Valerie let out a deep sigh of relief before walking over to the couch and sinking down into it, letting out a groan of pleasure as her body relaxed under the couch's soft cushions. Valerie could hear Otis from his bedroom bitching to one of his victims, yelling at them how fucking annoying and loud they are, which was insane coming from Otis' mouth seeming as he never shuts the fuck up when he needs to. There Otis stood in front of a group of cheerleaders in their uniforms that were damn-near just a bikini on them, awkward as hell I know...He just stood there, bitching and griping.
"Why you ask?! Why is not the question!! HOW?! Well, that is a question worth examining. How could I... being born of such uh...conventional stock...arrive a leader of the rebellion? An escapist from a conformist world destined to find happiness only in which that cannot be explained. My brain is frozen...LOCKED!! I have to break free from this culture of mechanical reproduction and the thick encrustations dying on the surface!!...Oh Christ...Fuck it..."
And that's all Valerie heard before she went upstairs to go to bed, boring fucking night isn't it?