texts: Mattie.  What about this? </s> <s> I need it. </s> <s> 'Least you admit it. </s> <s> Admit what, I'm an opium fiend? No, Wyatt, I just said I need it. I need something to keep me warm At night. </s> <s> Look, Mattie, I know you're-
labels: You know nothing.  What you don't Know would fill a book.  Jesus, I Feel like it's when you're around I need it most.  You're never Yourself, you never relax.  Never. Everything's so stiff and dead. You always have to keep a rein on Everything, ever yourself.  Oh, You smile sometimes, I've even Seen you laugh.  But there's no Light in your smile for me, Wyatt, nothing to keep me warm. And I get cold, Wyatt.  I get so cold.  What's between you and that Jew woman?