She said, You’re lucky you didn’t show up last night when I was drinking sake but it was to0 gross so I drank almost all of it & then switched to gin and tonics.
He said, I was busy.
He said, Look I came all this way, all right?
She said, Yeah, but.
He said, I crossed state lines.
He said, Many lines.
He said, You’re the only one that gets me, baby. Really. The only one.
She said, Yeah.
She said, I still wouldn’ta let you in last night.
He said, Are you still drunk?
She said, What time is it?
She looked at her wrist; it was freckled and rope-scarred and sans watch, of course.
He said, I killed my roommate’s cat.
She almost heard, I killed my roommate; she almost closed the door.
She said, That’s why you’re here.
He said, No.
He said, I fucked my roommate.
He said, I fucked some other women, too. After.
He said, The cat was an accident. Really. The only one, baby.
She opened the door all the way & let him in.
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Boy that’s depressing. Some people never learn.
Great street voice here, and love the structure of the dialogue. I just want to shake them both! Peace…
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