Thursday, 30 October 2025
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"You never liked your sister. You still don't. You always held yourself above her, and you were very mean to her throughout growing up, exluding and shunnng her, playing mean tricks on her. The very worst was when you offered her, at the time, a naĆve four year old, dog feces on a plate, insisting it was chocolate. It was your mother who caught you both just in the nick of time and one of the rare times you were actually spanked. You would have been eight at the time."
"Paula was and still is a chronic underachiever. She has no self-discipline, and absolutely no ambition in life."
"Your sister, Paula, happens to be one of my most devoted lovers. She cares for the elderly and dying in a nursing home in the Downtown Eastside, a friend of the poorest and most unwanted. Why would you find fault, Lawrence. And on top of everything, you boycotted her recent wedding so you and Sarah could enjoy a ski weekend at Whistler. No anniversary, no special occasion. You simply didn't care enough. And not only did you not care enough. You still want to hurt her sister. You never forgave her for replacing you as the centre of your mother's attention. You never forgave her for being born. You never forgave her for existing..."
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