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The rain fell hard and cold. Everything it touched was rendered miserable. We have to talk, she begged him. And he put a finger to her lips.

He said, I’d like to be famous enough to be called “The” something. And she knew there was a good joke in this but the moment was too tender

It’s not funny. The funk from the car is fierce. He’s reminded of the episode from Seinfeld. He’s worried by this. By the implications of it

There was a shrill sound and then a kind of low rumble, and then a long moan, and then a sort of squeak, and finally the lighting of a match

He looks at the car and sighs. It’s been years since he thought about gas mileage. He says, I left it here somewhere. He wants a smoke, bad.

Jones sits alone at the bar holding a paper bag. He downs his bourbon hard and lights a cigarette. I gotta get my tutu dry cleaned, he says.