“Please don’t get sentimental,” said Jerome. “It’s nauseating.”
“I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave.”
“Jerome shrugged. “We’re back to the part where I don’t give a fuck.”
“It’s a fun playtime. Please, don’t kill it with big words.”
“If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.”
“Remember always what you set out to get, and please don’t settle for less.”