by Winifred Winters » Thu Oct 02, 2014 2:17 am
"I'm dying," Winn says. "And not in that bullshit, 'we're all dying' sort of way. I've got a year. Maybe less. So, yeah, not into fucking around and playing footsie with the other doe-eyed romantics, alright?"
From the sound of things, this wasn't a subject that Winn wanted to talk about.