Mona, pray tell, what is this?
It’s a fish, Patrick.
I can see that, Mona. What am I supposed to do with it? What are we supposed to do with it?
Cook it, Patrick. I was hoping we could cook it.
I wish I could. I think.
Do you have no gas, Patrick? Must you visit my house?
Mona that sounds wonderful.
Friday then?
I cannot.
Does another day work better for you? I wish not to seem desperate.
No days work. Every day I collapse. Every day I fall. I haven’t yet hit the bottom.
Perhaps you must choose.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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i love this! but the second to last line seems a bit too contrite and dramatic for how simple the rest of it is.
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