June Goth:
You see, son, it's all right to live in a cocoon like this if you expect to be a butterfly some day. Otherwise...
June Goth:
Call me June. It rhymes with moon.
June Goth:
If you hear a peculiar noise, it's my skin creeping.
June Goth:
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This is New York. Where hello means goodbye.
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