"What d'ya mean?" Dahlia asks, sitting forward, intently hanging upon your next word.
"They don't appreciate you here - who cares? You don't need them. You're clearly a clever young lady with an imagination, and they can't handle that. Take this show on the road, and escape this prison."
"Whut? Y' mean, leave home? Where would ah go?"
"The world's your oyster, Dahlia. Without these monsters holding you back, you can finally blossom."
"Well," she considers, rolling her eyes, "Ah could always meet up wi' Trevor. He's always wantin' me ta go off with him, an' he does have a car. We could go on the road, make a real adventure of it!"
You don't know who ths 'Trevor' character is, but if this girl wants to elope with him, more power to her!
"'Course," she says, crossing her mighty arms, "Ah can't rightly go leavin' you here, so ya'll haveta come with us. 'Til we get settled in, Ah'm sure we can make some money offa a li'l fella like you..."
Crap. Instead of being exploited by a redneck family, you're going to end up being exploited by a pair of teens on a road trip! C'mon mouth, think of a way out of this!
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