How do people spend their time?
I've never been able to figure that one out.


I'm trying to write a story every day this summer. YEAH, RIGHT.


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She wants a cigarette. It's been four hours and she's pissed. She wants some coffee, and a cigarette, and doesn't think that's too much to ask.

This is what she spends her time thinking about: broken skylights. How to use the words "splinters", convincingly, in a story. How to get his attention without throwing herself in front of a bus with his name tattooed on her forehead. This is what she spends her time thinking about: herself.


CONTINUED: IMPOSSIBLE DIALOGUE FROM THE CONVERSATIONS (BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER ANYMORE, BUT THINK THEY DO)

"I used to write about Claire all the time."
"I know you did."
"It was that obvious?"
"Well, I knew you. I knew what you were seeing with her. I knew what you were doing. I recognized her on the page. For me, it was obvious. For others, maybe, it wasn't. I don't know."
"Those things happened to me."
"I know they did."
"I saw her that way. I carried her that way."
"I know you did."
"So why don't I write about her anymore?"
"You don't need to anymore."
"Then what am I writing about now?"
"Me."
"Will I stop writing about you one day?"
"I don't know."
"I think I will always need to write about you."
"Did you feel that way about Claire when you were writing about Claire?"
"I can't remember. I think I will always need to write about you."
"That could be true." Pause. "Are you in love with me?"
"Shut up. This isn't about you."
"Do you think I will always need you to write about me?"
"Shut up! This isn't about you."
"Then what's it about?"
"This is about me giving up on you."
"Did you give up on Claire?"
"Yes."
"Is that why you stopped writing about her?"
"I don't know."
"Are you giving up on me?"
"Yes."
"Are you giving up on me?"
"No. I tried. But I can't."
"Is that because you still need to write about me?"



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"I want you to come inside me."
"Wait, what?"



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