The perkiness everywhere. So early, and in this economy? Rolls eyes, and sips her coffee. No thanks . . .

— a face only a mother could love.

“Right. Like Robby is ( so proud ) to have you as a father. The shame works both ways. But at least his is valid.”

Arches a brow. ❝ The sun apparently rises on the weak. ❞

Ah, delusion.

❝ Excuses are easy, aren’t they? Dime a dozen. When you care, you step up. No matter the cost. Being a deadbeat? That’s laziness. Weakness. ❞

❝ Weak? Me? You want to put your fists where your mouth is? Put up or shut up, Lip. ❞

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❝ He’s where he’s meant to be. Not feeling inadequate with a father that couldn’t give him what he needed, and not dancing with ribbons with the Larusso clan. ❞

More like wrong side of the — tracks?

A Larusso agreeing with her? — interesting.

❝ You don’t know a thing about me. ❞

❝ He’s done more for me than you ever have. ❞

Cue the sharp eye roll and the harder hit, fist loud against the heavy bag. ❝ Not showing off for a soul. ❞

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Going to hold hands and sing Kumbaya?

And why would ( you ) have any say in how I dress?

Oh, does it now?

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