She played the part of the good daughter, dutifully listening to her father's colossal delusions of how the thing between him and financial success was a couple gnomes doing topiary and not, you know, the fact that he was a short-tempered, sullen asshole in a rusty truck with the business sense of a drunken troll and tried to tell herself that all she needed to do - all that had to happen for all this bullshit to stop - was for her to make it into a college somewhere and just fucking vanish from this miserable town forever, like everyone else she had ever liked.
- Auston Habershaw, If Wishes Were Retail, p.31
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