"Okay, here's a typical spanko question. Do you have daddy issues?"
I snorted. "Yes, of course! Don't we all?"
Violet shrugged. "I dunno. So c'mon, spill it."
"My dad never gave me enough attention, simple as that. And I think that all men are dishonest trash, so I don't give them the time of day. Can't trust anyone."
"Facts. I don't think I have 'daddy issues' per se... my relationship with my parents was pretty good until they left. But then my uncle was a fucking douche. He used to get drunk and play poker with these sleeze bags. Misogynists who thought they could outsmart me, but I'd lift their money when they were too drunk to notice. What tools."
I rolled to my side and rested my head on my hand, studying her. "How'd you get into the scene?"
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