I tried to hit a home run. In that sense, it’s hard to find blame. I perhaps should not have tried to swing for the fences. Maybe I should have settled for a double. A solid single even. But I tried to hit a home run. They’re so much sexier. What am I talking about? […]
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The Story of the (My) Novel So Far
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T 5700
He turned off the TV and said, I’m so bored, and she peeked at him from behind her book and said, Don’t look at me. But he was really bored.
T 5689
Inside their room a kind of hellish heat. How does this end? she asks him. With both of us happy, he replies. I don’t believe you, she says.
T 5688
And then he sighed and said, I don’t have enough fun anymore, and she said, But we just did, and when she realized what he’d meant she cried.
T 5687
He bit her neck. Do you know what love is? she asked, stroking his chest. He pulled on her pants. Guilty. Because he didn’t know the answer.
T 5686
Day 1: They don’t leave the bed. Day 2: He ambles over the fridge. Day 3: He asks her to make breakfast. Day 4: She admits that she faked it.
T 5680
They emerge from the spa transformed. I’m in love with the massage guy, he admits. She isn’t that surprised. Is he cute? she asks hopefully.
T 5674
I said, That might hurt my feelings. I said, That’s just the way I am. I said, You can’t make me. And then she made me. And I liked it a lot.
T 5671
He has an affair with a policewoman and one evening he asks, Is guilt illegal? Making my life miserable is, she says. He’s afraid of her gun.
T 5664
He sheds the weight and becomes amoral. He speaks of the abdication of loss. Those are big words for a jerk, she says. I’m horny, he admits.
