Overheard II

24 August 2005 at 07:04 Leave a comment

The voice is that of a loud, drunk woman. Her interlocutor’s voice is not heard.

“If you don’t want shit now, I’m leavin'”

“You fucking shit.”

“Come on,” she whined, sort of sadly.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” her voice clearer, more heartfelt. “Just be nice to me. I put out any time you like, so be nice to me.”


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