Lost Valentine Page #2

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don't throw it out, I can't throw it out, you know?

All I need to do is close my eyes

and I can see her with me...

Doctor, my marriage is falling apart,

and I'm thinking about her b*obs.

Tell me about that.

About what?

About her b*obs.

So you're serious.

Well yeah.

So why did you even bring me here?

What do you mean, why? The tickets

have been paid for, the hotel is reserved,

go there, spend some time with yourself.

Oscar, we've been planning

this trip for 3 months.

You're the one who's been planning; I

bought the tickets and forgot about it.

I'm telling you-important

stuff has come up.

On Valentine's Day.

Don't start; Valentine's Day, not

Valentine's Day, who cares.

Listen, I have a bunch of serious

people standing behind me,

and if they say that lam now a

public figure, that I'm vulnerable,

then I have to be careful and at least

officially get my life together. Officially.

I don't understand, what

are you talking about here?

Well, kiddo, I have to go see the president

on Monday, get photographed, shake her hand.

And I have to do that with

my significant other.

Well, sorry, but this time it's

not with you. You have to wait.

Well I don't want to wait anymore.

Listen Sandra, dammit, are you trying

to annoy me on purpose, huh?

What part don't you like? I pay for your

apartment, I pay for your studies,

I got you an internship with

Valentine, at the best clinic in Vilnius,

and you still just whine, whine, whine...

Oscar, I don't want to wait anymore!

Sandra, dammit, you

better be more careful.

You're going to get on my nerves.

Listen, girlie, you better

know your place, huh?

Look. Look, there's that, well that, look,

look... no, "I love you, maybe I love you..."

Yeah, go hook up with him and play those

games of yours-I love you, I love you not.

I can't believe my ears. Oscar,

you're a complete moron.

Sandra, goddammit,

now I'm out of patience.

That's it, there was nothing between us.

You don't get it? I don't know you.

Get me my stuff out of the trunk.

Hey, b*tch, stop!

Stop, goddammit, b*tch,

stop, 111 f***ing kill you!

Doctor, I've always known what kind of woman I

can have, and what kind I can only dream about.

Well, think about your own ideal woman,

the one you always dreamed about.

How she walks up to you in the morning,

all radiant her eyes are sparkling,

her lips-barely opened-are

shining, she's breathing heat,

her skin, it's all glowing, it's so soft, like

velvet, and she presses her entire body against you,

her b*obs drown into you,

and her face is right there,

and you feel like all you have to do

is lift your head and... her aroma...

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