“it’s past ten o’clock,” she said.
“so?” he asked.
“so.” she replied.
“oh.” he remembered.
“oh.” she confirmed.
“is it done?” he asked.
“i suppose so,” she guessed.
“do you feel different?” he wondered.
“i can’t say that i know. i don’t think so.”
“will. will everything be the same?” he continued to wonder.
“nothing is ever the same, really.”
“really.” he agreed.
“ok then. i’m going to bed.” she left.
he unpaused his game.
“goodnight,” he called. but she was already gone.
“i guess blondes don’t have more fun,” she concluded, and fell asleep unusually early that night.
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