“Does this seem
pretty fucked up?”
“What do you
mean?”
“Fucked up, as
in, not only a bad decision, but physically impossible?”
“Are you blaming
me now?”
“Come on, you
know that's not what I meant.”
“We're almost
home, let's just talk about it then.”
“Talk about what?
Living in an insane world?”
“Look—it
happened, and we can't go back now.”
“I guess so. But
I wonder what we're supposed to do next.”
“Unpack our bags,
feed the cat, fix supper. What are you hungry for?”
“What do we got?”
“Duuude.”
“Shut the fuck
up, whale.”
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