Pickles had spread out a blanket and had grabbed a couple bottles of booze, including the expensive-as-hell one. He'd also gathered driftwood and built a fairly impressive little fire between them and the water. It was really just to keep himself busy, since as much as he said it didn't bother him, and as much as he'd been playing it cool
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"Sounds like they had it pretty tough. Why didn't they just put you up fer adoption or somethin'? I mean, adoption was around back then, so... what gives?"
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Pickles shrugged. "They still coulda done somethin' to make it easier fer you. I just.. Iunno, there's always options."
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He traces his hand up Pickles' belly.
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"Startin' to? Babe, I dunno how you get it in yer head that you weren't okay to begin with."
He ruffled Miniver's hair.
"You just gotta grow a backbone. Y'know, you really should get on stage, do that Oscar Wilde thing. It'll give you an idea of what I do fer a livin'. Not only that, but it'll get you some self confidence. It ain't that hard, you just gotta be doin' it fer yerself, not fer the jokers starin' at you."
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