“You do not own me, Epson Moore!” Bae roars, there is a moment of silence and then she clutches her forehead. “Why is everyone always like this?” she pleads.
”Because you’re Bae.”
”What does that even mean?” she looks up for a moment, more disappointed than angry. “Sometimes I feel like I should just live alone in a shack in the woods.”
“I’d join you!”
”Please just leave me alone,” says Bae. (goto 66)