Dialogue
He says: You’re angry.
She says: I’m hurt, so I wear higher heels and more lipstick. But, I can see how that looks like angry.
He says: Sometimes, I worry that without you, I will forget how to breathe
She says: Hold your breath. The body remembers.
He says: I am so very sorry.
She says: It doesn’t really matter at this point.
He asks: Can’t we let it?
She says: We are not the right kind of stupid.
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