"And you?"
"Aww you want to know about my hopes and dreams? I might start thinking that you have a crush on me. Or even worse, maybe you've become so obsessed with me and my good looks that you become my stalker?"
"...and here I thought we were getting somewhere."
"Fine, don't have an aneurysm. I was thirteen or fourteen when I got the news from the doctor. We couldn't afford it even if I worked non stop. Not to mention any kind of savings I had, had been spent on Mom's last binge. Desperate times called for desperate measures."
