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"Why, Alison? Why did you have to attack hty boy"

"Not when you’ve knockedonon your face no one will ever knoas you" She shrugs, gets up, grabs the coconut "And then we’ll all be saved-la la la la"

"That’s not when the picture was taken, baby" I follow her into the bathroom, where she punches four holes in the coconut with the screwdriver and then leans over the Vivienne Taned sink and pours the ree" She tosses the husk into a wastebasket and es the milk into her scalp "Da in a White Castle"

"And you’ll be paying for your own abortions, so spare me" I raise my arms helplessly "Why do I always have to re each other? If this photo gets printed it’ll be tiets printed we’ll just say it was a weak moment" She whips her head back and wraps her hair in a towel "Doesn’t that sound good

"Jesus, baby, you’ve got people out there watching your apartment"

"I know" She beams into the mirror "Isn’t it cute?"

"Why do I always need to remind you that I’m basically still with, y’know, Chloe and you’re still with Daainst the sink "If you dump me, baby, you’ll be in a lot more trouble" She heads toward the closet

"Why is that?" I ask, following her "What do you mean, Alison?"

"Oh, let’s just say ru at a new space" She pauses, holds up a pair of shoes "And we both know that if Da your own pathetic club-slash-eatery while you’re currently being paid to run Da Damien’s warped sense of loyalty, the teruely to mind" She drops the shoes, leaves the closet

"I’od, who told you that?"

"Are you denying it?"

"N-no Iit I mean" I stand there

"Oh never mind" Alison drops the robe and puts on some panties "Three o’clock tomorrow?"