No Stranger Than Love Page #2

where nothing else matters.

Or the kind of love that you'd die for.

But tonight when I was watching that game film

I was just leaning back in my chair,

with my arms hanging down

and I swear to God all I could think about was you.

Well, but hadn't you actually seen

that particular game film before?

Yes, but the point is

I've never felt like this before, Lucy.

I love you and...

And if I have to wait a year,

five years, if I have to wait the rest of my life

I will not touch you until you say,

"Clint, I love you."

Clint,

I love you.

- Ahhh!

- Clint!

Clint! Clint? Clint?

Clint?

Clint?

Clint?

Clint?

Clint?

Lucy!

Lucy, what happened?

Clint?

- Lucy, where are you?

- I'm here!

I'm right up here, Clint!

Are you all right?

I don't know.

I can't see anything.

Are you hurt?

I'm not even on anything.

I'm just floating.

You listen to me.

Lie very still.

On what? There is no ground!

There is no anything!

What is going on here?

I don't know, Clint!

There's a big hole up here but

when I go down to the cellar

there's nothing!

Just the ceiling.

What do you see when you look up?

Up? There is no up!

Everything is the same!

It's all black! Ow.

What the... wait a minute.

Something just hit me.

There are horrible little things pinging off of me!

- Things?

- Yes, things! Little things!

- Coins!

- Coins?

I threw down coins.

Coins? Ow! I've been shot. Ow!

No, it's a candy dish.

What? It's just a dish.

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

And it's floating.

What is going on here?

There is no ground.

I have to have a ground, Lucy.

I think I should go get somebody, Clint.

No! No!

What is that gonna look like,

me at your house at this hour?

Now, remember, we're on a rendezvous here.

Well, couldn't we be doing some

sort of school-related thing?

Okay, like what?

I don't know. A project?

An art/gym project?

Who is gonna buy that?

Lucy, come on?

Listen, if things I throw are hitting

you, what if I throw down a rope?

A rope! Oh my God, yes,

that is a fantastic idea!

Go get a rope, Lucy.

- What the hell was that?

- Somebody's here.

Okay, uh, tell them you're sleeping.

- Luce, it's me.

- It's my father.

Don't let him in.

All right?

- You cannot let him in!

- Shh. Shh. Shh.

Hi, Dad.

- You got a guest?

- No. I was just...

I know, that's okay.

Your goddamn pain in the neck mother

said it was too late to come by,

but your phone's been busy for weeks and...

- I just gotta ask you something honey.

- What?

Do you think I'm a good mayor?

Yes. You're a wonderful mayor.

Of course, you're a good mayor.

Well, then why can't I write a simple goddamn poem?

- Poem?

- Yeah.

You see, this year I want to open

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