The Guy is here. And, surprisingly, so is The Fella.
THE FELLA
What am I doing here?
THE GUY
I don’t know. I kinda missed you.
THE FELLA
I thought you wrote me out of this.
THE GUY
I did. But you were on my mind.
A silence. Not a heavy one.
THE FELLA
That all?
THE GUY
Yeah. Pretty much.
They sit there, and while it feels that there will be something else… there isn’t.
The lights go down.
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I have to stop here today.
Damn Chemistry homework.
I guess I need to save some for later.
Hey, I happen to be halfway done.
At the end of day one of reading life/play, I conclude that I will no longer have to beat you open like a pinata to understand what I can't see from outside anymore. I guess that's a good thing, for the both of us.
I have to admit it's easier to know how you're feeling rather than having to ask you...somedays this is better than the National Enquirer
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