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Try this:
don't feel bitter about it, Ruby. Klaasje's her own woman. She can fuck whoever she wants. This is the place people go when there's nowhere else. There's a few of you jostling for her attention, but you're the only one who's a woman, so you've got that going for you.
Klaasje's down for it, a time or two. Feels good. All that fucking lorry driving and a gal forgets warmth like that -- and the drugs, they're good, too. Nothing quite like that rush of what was it on Klaasje's sinkback and the whine of a woman right on the edge. Let it all muddle together. The memories, I mean. So you don't remember the stuff the cop told you.
Jealous, she'd said.
Can't ever go back, and for what? For this. For her. Worth it? No. Not at all.
Readjust.
Women--
-- pretty ones, like Klaasje, not hard-up ones like you who don't look like bombshell pinups -- get like this with you. With dykes like you, I mean. You wear it proud, because people learn fast not to fuck with you, but sometimes women get like this.
Like this?
Yeah, Ruby. Listen. They think they can take you, use you, toss you aside when they're done. And the thing is -
They're right.
Yeah.
But I don't need that.
No. Not anymore. Pedal to the max, baby. We've got us a line to ride. Got us a drive to make. Don't think about the taste of betrayal. Better things to do with your life than that.
You could be something big, Ruby. They'll whisper your name in fear. With this setup? With what you can do?
Yeah.
You're made.