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I can’t talk about it.

You can’t or you won’t?

You know what I mean.

How is this going to work?

I don’t know.

How can you say that?

I don’t know.

Well, I have something to say, and I wasn’t going to say it.

Why not?

I don’t want to hurt you.

You can’t hurt me.

Yes I can.

I dare you.

I don’t want to.

Yes you do.

You don’t even care.

No, I really don’t.

Maybe that’s it then.

What’s it?

It’s over.


Aren’t you going to fight for me?

What for? I’m a pacifist. You call yourself a fighter?

Don’t you think I can fight for you?

I don’t think so. Also, I don’t care.

I’m seeing George.



George is a guy.

I know.



I saw George last week.

Not the way I saw him.

That’s debatable.

Let’s ask him.


George, do you see her the same way you see me?


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