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A Short Film

Now I’ve distracted you
Go ahead, leave me be.
I’m fine right here by myself -
maybe I’ll play some cards
or call my ex...
No, no, just have another, dear.
I’ll drive
You can’t touch, just look.  No pictures.
And remember to tip your waiter.
Have you read that book?
Just the movie, huh...
I heard she sleeps around.
Not you, honey, that woman.  Yes, with the shoes.
I wonder if he knows I think about him...
How did you manage that bruise?
Damned clock’s always an hour fast.
Can you believe you bought that....after all is said and done, yes I can.
WHY doesn’t he answer.
The hair on my toes grows and grows.
Dick and Jane play with Spot. Play, Spot, Play.
Blink and fade out on a woman at a desk...

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