Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Novels that Write Themselves//Chapter One

Woman on bus on cellphone.
We only hear her.


..and you listen to me, Arthur. She never...
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You what?
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You told her? When?
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Oh god,
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You idiot. You told her, OH God. Oh my God.
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Arthur, Arturo, Jesus, listen for a second.
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No, listen.
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Arthur, she not your boss, she's your wife. She's my boss.
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How am I supposed to go to work tommorrow?

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