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She continues to stare

"You’re not naked or you are, um, naked?"

"Why?" she asks curtly "Do you care?"

"Baby baby baby Last ti on the hood of a car in your bra Baby baby baby" I’ me to like pant and sweat"

"Victor, you did how raphed for Madonna’s sex book Jesus, you were in that Versace ad where-am I mistaken? -we did or did not see your pubic hair?"

"Yeah, but Madonna dropped those photos and let’s just say thank you to that and there’s a htened-and your tits, baby Oh Christ, spare et it, I don’t knohat you call-"

"It’s called a double standard, Victor"

"Double standard?" I take another hit without trying and say, feeling particularly ratulations But that wasn’t for me That was because of your father Don’t pretend"

"I like to pretend" I offer an a

"It’s fine when you’re seven, Victor, but add twenty years to that and you’re just retarded"

"Honey, I’m just bummed Mica the DJ has vanished, to is all blurry and watery-who knohat the fk is happening there Bill thinks I’by and jeez, you kno much time I put into those notes to shape that script up and-"

"What about the potato chip co around a beach, putting a Pringle insurprised because-why?-it’s spicy? Oh baby," I groan, slouching into the booth "Do you have any Visine?"