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July 02, 2004

Thirteen and fifteen

“Mom, tell him to answer me. Why do you lock your door, Clay?”
I turn around. “Because you both stole a quarter gram of cocaine from me the last time I left my door open. That's why.”
My sisters don't say anything. “Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage” by a group called Killer Pussy comes on the radio, and my mother asks if we have to listen to this and my sisters tell her to turn it up, and no one says anything else until the song's over. When we get home, my younger sister finally tells me, out by the pool, “That's bullshit. I can get my own cocaine.””

Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero
[page 25, Éditions Vintage Books (1985), collection Vintage Contemporaries (1998)]

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