Matthew Nesheim killed himself. The Nesheims don’t lie about it. They don’t say things like, “His heart stopped.” They tell the truth.
Jacob and the Stone (Slowed) by Emile Mossseri & sped-up + slowed plays.
“I’m scared to believe he was straight.” says Lacey to Matthew.
“Yeah. His act was very convincing!
…I seemed happy. Didn’t I?” says Matthew.
“Yeah. …But…none of us are normal.” says Lacey.
“You think all of us cousins could commit suicide any moment?” asks Matthew.
“I wonder.
Remember when you all jumped off the bridge over the Missouri? After Ed’s- Your grandfather’s funeral? …And I stood there and took- Actually, I refused to take pictures. …Were you all trying to die?” asks Lacey.
Matthew thinks. “YEAH!
*He smiles in shock*
I think we were.”
“WHY?” asks Lacey.
“Why can’t you believe he’s straight? Beyond how scary it is.” says Matthew.
Lacey thinks. “Because…nothing like that ever happens to me.”
“We were all trained to be…soldiers.” says Matthew. “In our family.”
Lacey thinks.
“And then I went to war. …And see…you’re like my grandfather…you’re at peace with possibly losing your mind. And the burden of your own death…during life. …I couldn’t handle feeling so…insane.
I didn’t think my sons would benefit from a crazy father. And…I was wrong. But…I-
Our parents are tough. And…when I went to war…and found myself driven to kill people…I was…unprepared. …The darkness swallowed me.” says Matthew.
“I sometimes worry I’ll never be allowed in Heaven. Because I’m…so defiant.” says Lacey.
“Of what?” asks Matthew.
“Of being devastated.” says Lacey. “It seems innocent. But…sometimes I worry I should have just died too. If I was a better person.”
“Of profound unhappiness?” says Matthew.
“Yes. Homicidal unhappiness.” says Lacey. “But then I think, ‘Why would God want that?!’”
“You make our lives seem so romantic. In our family.” says Matthew.
“They’re beautiful lives in a way.
I can’t think of one…truly ugly person in our whole family. We’re all unusually intelligent. And unusually deep.” says Lacey. “I think.”
“Yeah! …We are.” says Matthew.
“Combined with the beauty of the prairie…there’s something eternal about it all.” says Lacey.
“Remember my wedding? …Why did you wear all black? What prompted that?” asks Matthew.
“I was…feeling suicidal. …But I also…loved that dress.” says Lacey.
He laughs. “Yeah! …You bought it in New York City. In 2007? …Where?”
Lacey thinks. “Greenwich Village.”
“Yeah!” he says.
“And that’s why we all want to die. Because I didn’t buy it anywhere near Lem.” says Lacey.
“YES!
It’s never so sad you can throw in the towel and cry. And you win. …You win. Or you lose. But it’s…so…cold. And there’s no one there.
You know…lots of us in the family are deeply lonely people. Wealthy, good-looking, but…lonely.” says Matthew.
“You had so many friends who loved you though. And family.” says Lacey.
He thinks. “Yeah. But…I’m alone.”
The Consolations of Philosophy by Max Richter plays.
“Why? You were so handsome. And nice!” says Lacey.
“Nobody in our family marries easily.” says Matthew.
“You and Kate were…sad.” says Lacey.
“Yeah! …I think Bethany is happy though.” says Matthew.
“Good!” says Lacey.
“I sure hope she is.” says Matthew.
“We’re such an isolated family.” says Lacey.
“We love the freedom and…the space. But…yeah. We’re all sad.” says Matthew. “And…it’s no wonder I’m dead. I just couldn’t take it.”
“I feel like I shouldn’t be able to.” says Lacey.
“You broke- Like you felt suicidal really young. And I think…that’s helped you cope.
I didn’t have that expectation. I felt so…optimistic.” says Matthew. “I was a sensitive kid. But I felt deeply…optimistic. And…nothing prepared me for my life.”
“Is it a curse on us?” asks Lacey.
“Not necessarily. …No. …We’re all…haunted.” says Matthew.
The Last Resort by Trentemøller plays.
Lacey thinks of the vast, rolling…hills…over the thousands and thousands of acres of land. The eerie yet beautiful silence.
“Who or what haunts us?” asks Lacey.
“Death!” says Matthew, laughing.
“What caused that?” asks Lacey.
“Native Americans.” says Matthew.
“Are you pulling my leg?” asks Lacey.
“No!! …Think of all of the warfare artifacts we’ve found on the land!” says Matthew. “How did they get left there?”
“What does death want with us?” asks Lacey.
“It’s a spiritual inheritance on the land.
You’ve seen full body apparitions there. Balls of light.
…We’re the first while family to own that land. Ever.
Look…if there’s Purgatory…not all those people went to Hell. God is just. And what if some of them aren’t in Hell? What if…they’re…watching?
The End of All Our Exploring by Max Richter plays.
And sometimes…we are blessed. …And sometimes…we live. And write. And tell people things. …I tried to too.
…Why would death haunt us? Part of it is revenge. As innocent as our individual family is…we stepped into a horrible situation. Right? The land is ours…but…it was theirs. And they’re not necessarily happy about it. Even if they generally like us. More than a lot of people.
So…it’s partially revenge. And then…it’s partially…a sense of…despondency.
Heaven is so superior. And…why encourage Tessa to get married when she’s going to be happier in Heaven with no previous attachments anyway? …Except I wasn’t supposed to die. …But it’s being used right now for the good.” says Matthew.
“Am I supposed to be writing this?” asks Lacey.
“Why are you?” asks Matthew.
“To make people terrified of God again.” says Lacey. “What if…He’s far scarier than we think nowadays?”
The Alien by Ben Salisbury & Geoff Barrow.
“You’re unsure why you shouldn’t.” says Matthew.
“Yes. I’m angry at God. …And I don’t want Him to harm anyone because I’m writing this blog. I don’t think He has a right to. Frankly. …But…I’d love to see Him finally just reject me. As…crazy as that sounds.” says Lacey. “Finally admit He’s not my friend. He’s an asshole when it comes to me. And I…am…far too much for Him to handle. Far too damn difficult. …Not even evil…but…DIFFICULT.” says Lacey. “Even though theologically I know that’s absolute rubbish.”
“But Allah isn’t that weak. …And yet Allah isn’t God.” says Matthew.
“True.” says Lacey.
“So if Allah could handle you…and our God is better…then…someone lied to you.” says Matthew.
“Doesn’t our God suck cock instead of slitting people’s throats?” says Lacey.
“Mm. What about The Flood?” asks Matthew.
Lacey thinks.
“Is that Christ? Or is Christ a kiss-ass asshole?” says Lacey.
“You really do want to end the world.” says Matthew. “No. It would have to be. He’s God’s son.”
“But He was so popular.” says Lacey. “I’m automatically suspicious of popular people.”
“He was impressive. But He wasn’t a fool.” says Matthew. “Or a failure.”
Lacey thinks.
“Not that He doesn’t understand or truly love failures.” says Matthew.
“I’ve failed by choice. Because there was no point to winning. It was just more lethal loneliness.” says Lacey.
“Yeah. I understand.
“Do you fear God?” asks Jonah Wiley.
“Yes. But where is He? I know He exists. Don’t fall for that. It’s a lie.
And it’s all just…a bit much.” says Lacey.
You’ll Be Happy by Emile Mosseri plays.
“WHY!? Why do you demand my happiness upon threat of eternal Hell!??” yells Lacey.
And at that Cameron Diaz breaks down in tears whether now or in the future.
“Allah never would be that foolish or heartless.” says Iran. “We’re still allowed to cry…and be angry in Islam.”
“Then my God…must too. Thee God.” says Lacey.
They smile at her. “Lacey! MY GOD! …Does Tsar Putin…get angry? And cry?”
Richter: The Nature of Daylight plays.
“Where are all the other humans?” she asks Iran.
And at that Iran cries with her.
“No. They exist too.” says Iran. “We suspect they’re human.”
And at that India cries too.
Lacey thinks. “I feels like I’m living under a ton of giant bricks.”
“For how long?” asks Iran.
“Most of my life.” says Lacey.
“Lacey. That…isn’t…right.” says Iran.
“No. True. …I can’t think God would condone that.” says Lacey.
“How much of this madness is about Lem?” asks Iran.
“All of it. Possibly. ALL OF IT.” says Lacey.
“We understand! …God isn’t a fool. Or He isn’t God. I’m sorry Christianity was destroyed.” says Iran. “In that way. For you.”
“I feel as though they used my husband…to ruin all men.” says Lacey.
“In the West?” asks Iran.
“Yes! It’s horrific.” says Lacey.
“Russia escaped because of the Cold War.” says Iran.
“No! They didn’t ruin us! Just straight men.” says a gay men rubbing his forehead.
“Are you sure!?” says Matthew.
“What’s the lie?” asks Iran.
“What a beautiful question!” says Lacey.
She thinks.
“That women aren’t beautiful enough to be of any value to society and are all better off dead. That men make better wives and lovers than woman could. That women are worthless. Human population growth is dangerous. And trans men suffice as wombs. That…women are completely meaningless and a vile shit of the universe.” says Lacey.
Iran laughs. “Ahh. That’s what they accuse us of thinking.”
“You know…I’m an Englishwoman. I demand my Christian rights. As an Englishwoman. But…I can’t stand their lies.” she says.
“Lacey. Allah is just. …They won’t get away with it.” says Iran.
“You know…you give me faith in Christ. But…I mean that in love not hate. And…thank you for reminding me of God’s nature. Perhaps He understands. …I’m just a woman. And…it’s disgusting.” says Lacey.
“Oh no! Lacey! Ireland supports Palestine!” yells Iran, jokingly. “I’m being seduced!”
Lacey smiles. “I think of 9/11 and know that there’s a God.”
“Seriously!?! Holy crap!” yells an American child molester, shocked by her words.
“We take things seriously.” says Iran.
“Right. And I might not agree with your choice. …But…as ironic as it is to say…you still have respect for life and death.” says Lacey. “Torture is worse than death for a Christian.”
“Yeah!!” yells Louis Hill Junior.
“You’re all alone in the Garden of Eden! What will you do!??” says Iran.
“This is Hell. I’m but a mere rib, sir.” says Lacey.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THAT WOMAN’S HUSBAND!??” yells a ghost walking through the rubble of the Twin Towers after a plane hit his office. He just heard the previous conversation as a sort of start of an explanation for what happened to him.
“We didn’t do it.” says Iran.
“I thought I was gay. So I acted gay. …And…they won’t let me really be with her. Even as a ghost. She’s living as close to Hell as you can without killing yourself.” says Lem.
“Oh.
The Kennedys!??” says the ghost from 9/11.
“Yeah. And the priest who molested me.” says Lem.
“We died as an attack?” says the man from 9/11.
“Was that the real start of World War III?” asks Lacey.
Hypnos III by Hecq plays.
“Yes!” says Osama Bin Laden. “I’ve been waiting for the policy experts to be honest and figure that out.”
“War isn’t an American concept. Some wars take a hundred years.” says Lacey, to give perspective.
“Yes!!” says Osama Bin Laden.
“So the Middle East…is at war with us…to free Constantine’s cock!?!?” says an American woman.
“Only if there’s reincarnation. That could be purely symbolic otherwise.” says Lem. “But in a way…yes.”
“Then we’re clearly the bad guys this time.” says the American woman.
“Why can’t you all believe the hypothetical reality that his ghost is telling you? So what if she’s wrong!? It’s her job to decide for herself. Why do you not want to take the hypothetical argument seriously?” asks Syria.
“Because eww!!” shoots back a living sassy gay man.
“Wow! What a response. This is serious. Explain.” says Iraq.
“I’m not prepared to explain. I’m too angry!” he says.
“Why!?” asks a dead man.
“Because!
Look. You’re making me uncomfortable. Go away.” he says, in a huge huff.
“What if Lem was straight?” asks the CIA.
“Then…why did he fool us!?” says the gay man, crying.
“He didn’t fool you. He was gay!” says JFK in 2018.
“I don’t think he was gay.” says Putin. “Really.”
“Can someone be that convincing about something that….complex?” says Lacey.
“Yes!!” says Jennifer Lopez.
“Yes!” says Tsar Putin.
“I suppose. But those are the best actors.” says Lacey.
“Your mother was that convincing.” says Jennifer Lopez.
“Thank God there are holes in their lies.” says Lacey.
“He was either gay and then you’d not find him as attractive if you saw him living in person…and that’s the lie…or he was straight and he was a genius actor. And God will reckon with him. He didn’t stop being straight, Lacey. That’s not how God made us. We can’t change ourselves. …Even if he killed himself over Jack…if he looks truly straight to you…almost at all…it was a lie. See! …Because…Jack was a snake. And…if he seems straight…he was. Be sure. But…there’s no way out of that.” says Iran.
“Lem! I’ll save you!” yells a Liberal in Hollywood.
“From what!? God? Love? Sex?” asks Lem. “Happiness?”
“You’re not happy.” says the Liberal.
“No. I’m sad. I can’t talk to my wife.” says Lem.
“No. You’re not. You’re not.” says the Liberal like they’re a soulless robot.
“No. Why can’t you consider it?” asks Iran.
“She’s too sad.” says a gay man.
“For what!?” says Iran.
“To be loved!” he says.
“Oh. You’re quoting Audrey Hepburn?” asks Iran.
“So what if I am!?” he shoots back.
“I don’t hate God. I hope. I just have idea how He expects me to live.” says Lacey to Iran.
“Thank you. We do worship Christ. But thank you. Sincerely!” says Lem to Iran. “Now to garden.”
…
Later.
“Why do you dislike people?” asks Michael Rockefeller of Lacey.
“They’re dense.” says Lacey.
“What do you mean?” asks Lem.
“When I was a little girl being abused by both of my parents…who raised me…“ starts Lacey.
A British man laughs.
Lacey smiles.
“When I was a little girl-“ starts Lacey.
Another dead British man laughs.
“When I was a little girl…being raised by child abusers…I lived in a huge apartment building. Because my parents thought it was clever to caretake the building. And I used to race around the building wearing a pretty pink dress. And I used to say hi to everyone. And they all thought it was because I was…cute. Really it was…because I was confused. My parents were confusing me with the thought that I should…worry about everyone else’s feelings…astronomically more…than I’d EVER care about my own. Because that was Christian. So…even though I was already an unusually empathetic person I felt intense pressure to worry more. So…I’d say hello to try to be kind. In case they were lonely. At all. And I’d also witness to everyone about Christ.
The only woman who had a clue…what was going on…*Lacey laughs* was a woman who had literally been a child in the Holocaust. …And my mother and her Messianic Jewish friend who often tried witnessing to her didn’t get a good reaction from her. But from me…’She could hear the Gospel.’ they’d say. And it’s true. Except…I think she also knew…I was being forced to tell her. Somehow. Psychologically. …She was so loving about it. And when I told her she acted…quite protective and loving. As if she was genuinely thrilled to hear my message. …She knew I was being abused.
But that’s just it. Most people didn’t. …And I think I started to dislike people. People were not really all that protective, but…I don’t think they even knew.
I’d wish them a good day very cheerfully…and then they’d giggle thinking I was so adorable. And say, ‘Awww! Hi! You have a good day too!’ And…they’d smile…and look genuinely far happier. And it was…nice to make them happy…but I also subconsciously realized that nobody could tell I was suffering or cared. So…I learned to really love people but…I think subconsciously I also developed a dislike for people.” says Lacey.
“So you cared. Truly. …But…you also felt…totally rejected by humanity. And in that rejection you realized people were incredibly dumb.” says a reader.
“Well…maybe.
It’s sort of like…I needed to be strong for everyone. But I was just a kid. So…it was totally inappropriate. And…almost nobody noticed I was suffering. That I needed help.” says Lacey.
“Dammit! I don’t give a shit about you.” says a queer, white, young-Millennial, American woman.
“Do you care about Lem?” asks Lacey.
The Last Resort by Tremtemøller plays.
She thinks. “Mmm…*she sighs her noblesse oblige sigh* Yeah!” she says threateningly with a cocky smile, as if she’d destroy Lacey’s soul if she had to or wanted to.
“Really?” says Lacey.
“Yeah! You suck. He’s not- He’s-“ she says to Lacey before going quiet. “Eww! You’re eww.” she says.
“Are you a clinical narcissist?” asks Lacey.
She looks confused. “No!”
“I never called you eww.” says Lacey.
“Who are you!?” she asks.
“What- Oh never mind that.
Why do you care about Lem? Does he seem…lovable?” asks Lacey.
She thinks. “No. No more than you. …But he was so brave and…admirable.”
“So you have a crush on him?” asks Lacey.
“No!” she says, possibly lying.
“So he’s supposedly gay. But you have no qualms having a crush on him?” says Lacey.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Yeah. I guess? It’s not like it affects anyone.”
Nightfalls by Hecq plays.
“But then he’s not gay?” asks Lacey.
“No. He’s not gay. He’s straight. But we lie about it okay!?” she says in her subconscious.
“Why?” asks Lacey.
She laughs, somewhat sadly. Thinks. “It’s life. …You lie to deal.” She shrugs. “He’s hot. And the Kennedys obviously need him to look good. He’s for their image. …Kind of like Jackie. It’s just utter bullshit. …But we lie. Because…it feels good to lie.” she says.
“Why does it feel good to lie?” asks Lacey.
“Because we hate you. Whoever you are.” she says smiling. She laughs.
“Why?” asks Lacey.
“Because you’re obviously better than us.” she says. “And people like you are heartless…worthless pieces of vile shit.”
“Then why isn’t he?” asks Lacey.
She looks confused. Angry. More confused.
“Then why isn’t he?” asks Lacey.
Jacob’s Prayer by Emile Mosseri plays.
Prince Harry laughs and sinks into his seat.
“Why isn’t he!?!!” asks Lacey.
“Because he’s…a dude.” she says, shrugging.
“So he’s exempt?” asks Lacey.
“No! No. I’m not saying that.” she says, quickly freaking out.
“What…does being a dude…do…that alters his responsibility?” asks Lacey.
“Mom! Fuck you!” she says.
“I’m not your mother.
What does being a dude do…to abolish his responsibility?” asks Lacey.
“Mmm. He can create things. You’re…NOTHING.” says this queer, American, white female.
“What if I wrote down every word you’re saying…and made it public? Would that be creating something?” asks Lacey.
“You’d never do that. You’d be off fucking some…prick.” she says. “You’re…a shallow…insipid…silly barf.”
A Sparrow Alighted Upon Our Shoulder by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
“What if I did?” says Lacey.
“Why would you do that!?” she says.
“To create something. I’m a writer.” says Lacey.
“Why would you be a writer!?? Jack’s already a writer!” she scoffs.
“Well…we’re different sorts of writers. …But I am a writer.” says Lacey.
“Women like this…who we regularly met in focus groups are the reason we poisoned you. For real. No joke.” says a man who ran a poisonous American corporation. “Let me ask her something!”
Heaven Hunters by Emile Mosseri plays.
“Hey. So you like Bobby Kennedy Junior?” asks the man.
“Yeah! Who are you?!?” she asks, more cheerfully.
“Is he saving you this year? Like a messiah?” asks the Man.
“Yeah. I mean…we’ll see!” she says.
“So…you’re really hot?” asks the man.
“Why!?” she says, in a sexy voice.
“I dunno. Maybe I could marry you and make you rich.” he says, suggestively.
“Wow! Yeah.” she says in awe.
“Then you could be that vain, haughty, rich wife of Lem Billings?” he says.
“Ha! Everyone would love me. …But I doubt that man would go for me anyway.” she says.
“Why would everyone love you?” asks Lacey.
“I’m…kind.” she says.
“What if she is too?” asks the man.
“That’s impossible.” she says.
“Why is he innocent?” asks Lacey.
“Because he fucks. He’s…willing to fuck.” she says seriously.
“What if she is too?” says Lem, himself.
Jynweythek by Aphex Twin plays.
“She’s gotta be different then. …Is she fat…or a a Jew?” she says.
The man laughs. “Wow.” he says, enraged.
“Neither.” says Lem.
She thinks. She thinks some more. “Then my grandmother lied to me.” she says, wistfully.
“About what?” asks Lacey.
“No. They’re just tragic.” she says. “They’re just tragic.”
“Yeah. We are!” says Lem.
“Did she die?” she says.
“No.
But what if I said yes?” says Lem.
“Then he betrayed her. …No! He’d never do that. …Am I going insane!???” she says, freaking out.
“No! Why?” asks Zelda.
“Who the fuck are you? I don’t like you either.” she says.
“That’s Zelda Fitzgerald.” says Scott.
“Oh! I’m insane like her.” she says.
“Not necessarily. Why does it feel like it?” asks Scott.
“I can’t understand why this is possible.” she says.
“What?” asks Scott.
“America is likable! I love America! …We aren’t evil!!!!” she insists. “We say we are. But not really! …No!!!”
Gas 1 by GAS plays.
Later.
“I worry the Pope is…not the Pope.” says Lacey.
“He might not be.” says a dead Iranian.
“You aren’t just progressive. You seem narcissistic and possibly evil.” says Lacey.
“Do you think I was gay?” asks Lem.
“Yeah.” he admits.
“I wasn’t.” says Lem.
“What if…gay men…are all INSANE?” says the poisonous man. “Criminally…insane.”
The Pope laughs. Thinks.
“Who cares? Right?” says Lacey. “Do you know for a fact that they aren’t?”
Antennaria by Biosphere plays.
“No.” he admits.
“Then why are you…SO…sure? Or are you lazy, weak and cowardly? …Because it’s not popular to think tradition matters. Is it? …But people today don’t think. Not like they did in the past. …I want gay men to be happy too. But…it isn’t just your birthday party. There are huge implications. Someone needs to be the voice of the past. In a reasoned, sound way. And if The Pope is too worried about social suicide…then who’s left!? WHO…IS…LEFT?” says Lacey.
“I don’t fucking care!!!” yells the supposed Pope.
“Then who’s Pope?” asks Lacey.
“I have ideas.” says Putin.
“You’re a fake.” says a Catholic to the Pope.
“I can’t stand him either.” says Bobby. Then he winks…at the Pope. “Asshole!”
“It was a cold, quick death.” says a dead Iranian.
“So nobody is going to give a shit about what she shared?” asks a reader.
Why Do I Still Sleep plays.
Silence.
“I hate her.” says Jack. “And now so does everyone else. And that’s the American Dream! Yay!!”
“I don’t hate her. She’s just sad.” says a woman.
“Yeah. You’d be sad too if you were such a loser!” says JFK in 2018.
“You’re the loser.” says the woman.
“I don’t lose.” says JFK.
“Whatever, fatass.” she says.
“You suck shit!” yells JFK.
“Not like you. That’s for sure.” she says.
“Ha! You should read my book? It will enlighten your ignorant mind about love!” says JFK.
“Oh the David Pitts shit?” says the woman.
“Fuck you! That book is awesome.” says JFK.
“Fuck you, you sound like a dummy.” she says. “No, I read that crappy book. That’s why I came to this blog. It pissed me off.”
“Why?” asks JFK.
“Because it was shoddy writing. He repeats himself. And…it had no point. Like why…do we care? There’s really no solid evidence Lem was even gay. He could easily have been bisexual or straight like this blog suggests.” she says. “So…caring seems…creepy.”
“It’s not creepy. It’s just curiosity!” says JFK.
“No. It’s creepy. You’re creepy. The whole damn thing is creepy.” she says. “You’re a rapist. I read about it in the Boston Herald.” she says. “And a racist dirtbag.”
“I had peer pressure to be racist. But I was brave and stood-up for my black friends!” says JFK.
“You did that for clout. I’m not slow.” she says.
“No. I was serious.” says JFK.
“No. You were an opportunistic scoundrel.” she says.
“Loser.” he says.
“No. You’re the loser. …And you know what!? I bet Lem never even loved you.” she says.
“LIE!” says JFK.
“Truth!” she says.
“He was my best friend. And he said I was the best friend anyone could ever have.” says JFK.
“I bet there’s a damn good reason he said that that involves you sucking shit.” she says.
“I have no more fucks to give.” says JFK.
“I don’t want your fucks anyway!” she says.
“Fuck you!” yells JFK.
“No thanks!” she says.
They stare at each other.
“You can go to Hell!” says JFK in 2018.
“Nope!” she says.
“Have a nice time…being a loser.” says JFK.
“Be careful walking and blinking at the same time dumbass!” she says. “You might get confused.”
“You sound like Lacey when she tries to be relatable and angry.” he says.
“Yup. Goodnight jerk.” she says.
“Goodnight, dyke.” he says.
“Goodnight, wannabe.” she says.
“Wannabe what?” says JFK.
“US President.” she says.
“I bought the election. It’s true.” he says.
“Yup. You never even won.” she says. “Your whole legacy is a lie.”
He thinks.
“And then you got shot.” she says.
He thinks.
“Your family is fake.” she says.
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