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plan and cafeteria hours.

And every September

one immediately tosses

it all into the trash.

[staff chuckling

uncomfortably]

I know I do, and it's my

unfortunate duty to write them.

[whispers]

Such an a**hole.

- But I thought we might all...

- Shh.

spend a moment or two

going over it together.

I had a dream

about Ruby last night.

- Oh?

- Yeah.

We were driving, and I told her that

I'm her father and that I loved her

and that... that I only wanted

what was best for her.

What did she say?

She told me

that she forgave me,

that she was actually relieved

that I broke them up.

Wow.

What a wonderful dream.

I know.

And then this huge semi truck

came hurtling towards us.

[laughing]

She screamed

and I slammed on the brakes.

- And then I woke up.

- Oh, God. Maybe not such a wonderful dream.

Call her again.

No. I think she just deletes my messages

without even listening to them.

Surprise her. Drive down and

take her out for dinner.

I'm sure she could use

a good meal.

But someplace

within walking distance.

You don't want

to take any chances.

Love you.

Me you too.

[groans]

[phone rings]

[ringing]

[ringing continues]

[exhales] I'm still up.

What are you wearing?

[woman]

Excuse me?

It's Angela Argo.

I'm sorry.

I know you only gave out your

phone number for emergencies,

but I think we were

supposed to meet at 9:00.

Oh, sh*t...

I-I mean, yes, of course.

- I'll, uh... I'll be there in 15.

- Are you sure?

'Cause if you're busy

writing or something...

No, no.

The writing can wait.

Uh, I will see you in 15.

Okay, bye.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi. I'm so sorry I'm late.

- Oh, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

- [chuckles]

I was kinda liking it,

actually.

You know,

sitting here, hiding out.

When I was a kid, I'd sit

and read under the porch

when I was supposed

to be at school.

[chuckles]

Oh. Good.

- You're a reader, huh?

- Yeah.

Good.

- Come on in. I won't bite.

- [chuckles]

You're reading Jane Eyre?

You liking it?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I love it. It's cool.

I love that she's in this

mad rage the whole time.

Then she finally gets to marry the blind guy

who's just toasted his wife in the attic.

- It's wild.

- Yeah.

The trouble is, I'm reading it for Professor

Healy's class, Text Studies in Gender Warfare.

And it just kinda feels like everything

that we read is the same thing. You know?

Like the male patriarchy

sticking it to women.

And I understand that you can say that, but I

also think that not everything is the same.

True.

Please, have a seat.

Um, anyway, it is...

It's, like,

my favorite book.

- Good.

- Except for yours.

Phoenix Time is, like, my

favorite book in the universe.

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