She took the whiskey back from Nick, taking another sip of it. "Let's hope dat happens... either way, ah should be jus' as tainted as he is. Non fair his soul got stains on it 'cause o' me, you know?" She handed him the whiskey back, giving off a sigh. "You ever wonder... why some people got it made, while de rest suffer? Is it luck o' de draw? Fate? Dat God forgot about some o' us?"
She took another quick sip before handing Nick the Whiskey back. "Me ain' Ennie... we'd walk around, people lookin' down upon us, an' den dere would be a couple o' kids who got everyt'ing we got, but are as bratty an' cruel as 'ell. Never t'ought it was fair. We was good kids... jus' surrounded by corruption, violence, lust, an' poverty. Non like we choose ta live like dat. Who would?"
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