| Lena Mueller |
| Name? Lena Mueller. Oh, German, huh? Gotta nickname? Yeah. Sock. Why? You work the laundry? Course not. Some guy, Trap, was callin' me a dirty German. I don't like talkin' much, so instead of negotiatin', I just let his nose have it. Word got around, and now they just calls me Sock. Riiiiight. Anyway. How old are ya? I'm 14 years. And don't bother askin' when I was born. I don't know. Alright, I won't. OK, um, how'd you get here? A big boat. No, I meant, what... ah, never mind. "Personality"... I'm guessin' that you're quiet, but you ain't a wimp? Right. Looks... "Short blond hair, short stature, eyes-" What color is your eyes? You got a mirror? OK, brown then. You got a guy? Jiff, that guy Trap's brother. But, um, he died 3 months ago. Geez. Sorry. Do forgive my insensitivity. Family? My mother lives in the Battery, but she can't afford to feed both of us. She can barely even feed one of us. After her, my closest friend is Trap. But he's livin' in Jersey. Can I go now? Yeah. Thanks. |
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