She’s laying on the floor and I’m looking at her.
Don’t you ever think about something else?, she asks.
Not really, I say.
She scratches her ass and I say I need a drink, just something with alcohol, something tough.
I feel like we’re losing the opportunity to do something meaningful and good, she says.
She’s drunk.
Like what?, I ask.
I don’t really know.
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