Dialogue.
“People like us?! What exactly are ‘we’ like? Do you mean to say that because my clothes are new and my car drives faster, I’m different to those people you see on the streets? Is this all that changes the fact that when you prick me, I bleed? That when you hurt me, I cry? When you hold me, I smile? That when I breathe, I survive - just like ‘them’?
People like us… What the hell have you been smoking up there on your antisocial, pretentious, high-horsed throne? People like us are people like them; warm blooded children in a world we clearly can’t handle.”
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