The man looked at it hanging on the wall. He looked at all the people on the floor of his condo-like place. And he looked at the woman looking at him. In his pajamas. And she was already ready for the day. He reached for his bathrobe and as he was donning it he asked, "Why does your friend go with an asshole or whatever?" People started to stir at the sound of talking.
"You first."
"Is there coffee?"
"At a coffeeshop."
"It's been a bit of a briefcase exchange," a woman said of having some new leads. "So I better start checking these out."
Relentlessly beautiful, so the attempts to bed were relentless.
"Newspapers made this all easier."
"How so?"
"We could just post a mugshot of a freak and everybody would see it, talk about it, maybe do something about it. Now nobody who's anybody sits around watching all these TV channels."
"That's why some of us have been pounding the pavement."
"Have it upstairs by ten."
"Because Jesus beat death. (i)Rose from the dead(i)."
"Because she goes with a mu,"
"PERSON who wants her to stay traditional," another woman interjected.
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