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You infuriate me, woman, do you know that? You've never picked me, not once. Not ever. You know who you sound like with your "Harold Harold Harold?" You do. I'll never get my chance to shine as long as you carry on over Mr. Golden Boy.

He's not so impressive, you know. He's like cheap ink the way he bleeds.

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Harold Harold Harold Harold Harold.

After awhile it begins to sound rather like a bodily function, doesn't it?

Harold.

It's fitting, considering how much he resembles vomit.

Harold.

Don't they always?

Harold.

They think they own the world, like they deserve it on a plate. Why should he deserve anything more than me? Why, when only wastes his chances! My chances!

Harold.

Why is he taking your glory? Why is he more beloved than you? Why do you Harold Harold Harold Harold Harold Harold Harold?

Why why why. Does it matter why? He thinks he's better and he's NOT. I wouldn't bleed as much as he did. Pathetic and small, like a stuck pig.

And yet. And yet, someone disagrees.

Sometimes -- sometimes you just have to work a little harder to prove what everyone else should already know is true.

[Softly, gently. He wants to hear the words.] And how do you do that?

You beat them. Hard enough that they can't get back up again.

But you haven't. Now have you?

Nothing good happens in an instant.

Is it comforting, to hear that from your own mouth?

What's it to you?

It's only a question.

It's a work in progress.

Unprogressive progress. How novel.

And what would you do, wise guy?

If he was that interesting to me? I'd turn him inside out.

And paint your name in his blood?

I was going for the 'lick his still-beating heart' image but I suppose that's well enough, too.

That's disgusting -- he's my brother.

Your point?

I don't have one, particularly.

[A beat.

And then, rancorous laughter.]

What?

Oh. Oh. No.

You don't want to know.

What is it?! Tell me, you jerk!

Convince me.

You understand how I feel, don't you?

Ah, ah, ah. Let's not confuse comprehension with empathy.

I wouldn't mistake anything for empathy.

There's a lad.

Now.

Tell me why your dearie dad loved your brother more.

You know how it is with first borns.

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