T 5045

Then the wine took hold. It was almost as if one could hear the moment they both lost their inhibitions. I hate your hairy mole, he told her.

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T 5044

His sweater smelled like last night. She nudged him. What’s this? she asked. Cashmere, he mumbled. She had to admit, that was a good answer.

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T 5043

She was tall. And then she wore heels. Why? he wondered. She noticed him lost in thought. I’m trying to blame my mom for this, he explained.

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T 5042

He’s curious about her freckles. About the geography of them. Your freckles are like a gateway drug, he says. I don’t do drugs, she replies.

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T 5041

Fashionable women drinking a charming pinot from Oregon, laughing about trinkets bought in Bali, but complaining, angrily, about loneliness.

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T 5040

He pours a bourbon and she says, It’s a little early, no? and he smiles and says, I’m sore. And she reaches for the coffee. So sore, he says.

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T 5039

He says, I was so stoned I was, like, in a coma, and then he notices his parents and then a study in the very definition of awkward silence.

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T 5038

She’s cute, and he runs up and within a few minutes she’s talked about vegan cupcakes and craftbooking, and he runs away to call “the guys.”

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T 5037

Explosion. Flashback. Love interest. Montage. Travel. Car chase. Flashback. Sex scene. Explosion. Death. Vengeance. Explosion. Justice. End.

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T 5036

And then the dog licked his foot, and he woke and said, OK, and she opened her eyes and mumbled, Norwegian Wood, and he said, It’s your dog.

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