He: I'm leaving you.
She: No you're not.
He: Yes, I am.
She: Okay.
He: That's it?
She: Yup.
He: You don't believe me.
She: Nope.
He: I really am this time. I've had it. You bore me. I want some adventure.
She: Alright.
He: See? You won't even argue!
She: I'm busy.
He: You're looking at a J. Crew catalogue.
She: Yes. I'm going to order this dress. I'll need your credit card.
He: Here, but don't put more than $200 on it. I'm buying a plane ticket.
She: Where are you going?
He: I don't know. Somewhere fun.
She: Okay. Have a good time.
He: Fight with me!
She: I'm busy.
He: You make me crazy!
She: I know.
He: Why do you do that?
She: It keeps me busy.
He: I'm going to pack.
She: Okay. Need some help?
He: Okay.
She: I can't. I'm busy.
He: Ah, forget it. I couldn't be bothered. I'll leave you next week.
She: I'll clear my schedule.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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2 comments:
Speaking of leaving, when do you go to the great white east? Just wondering how long we'll be deprived of your writings.
Ooo, how Beckett-esque! Somehow reminds me of _Endgame_, although it's been years since I read it.
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