are tangled in post-coital disarray, the only sign of
to find herself alone.
Can I come in?
INT. DARKROOM -NIGHT
photographic darkroom. Moist8X10 prints hang from a
doesn’t look up.
I remember when you took that. We
had fun on that trip, didn’t we?
You want to talk about it?
There’s nothing to talk about.
I told you. I quit. Walked out.
end of story.
Whatever happened back there
wasn’t your responsibility. You
He says nothing.
What do you think? You could have
stopped that girl from getting
You don’t understand...
He stops, lifts his eyes.
It was different this time.
watches him go.
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