The Illusionist is still in the box. He’s also still in three pieces.
The Guy appears.
THE ILLUSIONIST
She wouldn’t love me.
THE GUY
I’m sorry.
THE ILLUSIONIST
I thought this might help somehow.
THE GUY
Did it?
THE ILLUSIONIST
Not really.
I don’t feel any better. There was a momentary wave of something like relief when I broke into pieces, but that passed pretty quickly. And I went right back to feeling bummed out by her.
She didn’t change her mind. I thought she might, once she saw the lengths I was willing to go through to get her attention. But she didn’t.
Now I just feel kinda dumb.
THE GUY
Why?
THE ILLUSIONIST
Here I am. Three pieces of a man. All because of some girl.
THE GUY
Hey. I’ve been there. Over guys, though.
THE ILLUSIONIST
Ah.
THE GUY
Can’t really beat yourself up about it, though. The heart makes you do crazy things.
THE ILLUSIONIST
I guess so.
Male camaraderie. Neither feels like expounding on this. So they don’t.
The lights go down.
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