Summer Love Page #2

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the thickness of his neck.

To make an adequate noose, I have to

take everything into consideration

If the rope is too thin,

it won't break his spine.

Not without the law.

Give me a smoke.

I thought that you don't smoke.

I do now.

[knock on door]

A telegram.

[man coughing]

[coughing]

[neighs]

It's the sheriff's horse.

How did it get here?

Where are the others?

Relish?

[coughs]

Would bread be all right?

Chaser?

We only have a porter.

You want it in a tall

or short glass?

Please.

Please!

[train whistle]

And you will

take off my clothes.

First, the skirt.

It will probably

get ripped.

Slightly.

It will take awhile before you

will take off all the rest.

And my breasts...

will be firm,

and my legs, strong.

You will kiss my nipples.

And my stomach will be hard.

And after...

After, we'll lay down

side by side,

and we'll be smoking

our cigarettes.

We will talk...

really quietly

to each other,

although we could very well

be speaking out loud...

in the bed.

[chuckles]

I will feel...

slightly uncomfortable.

And you will feel the taste

of my hair in your mouth.

There will be...

plenty of little pale scars

on my stomach.

You'll feel them

with your fingers.

I know... you'd like them

to be there.

You will kiss

each one of them...

once.

And I will be shy no more.

And later...

Later you will

stop being shy,

and I will be

kissing you.

And later...

Later the whole room

will smell of you.

Not of me, but of you.

You never loved me.

No!

I was never anything

but a barmaid.

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

You know what happens to an

eyeball when it gets punches?

Uhh!

I could hit you

in the nose.

The bone goes

right into the brain,

and you'd be dead.

Uhh!

[whinnies]

A perfect site

for an ambush.

We should go around.

There!

Wait!

Yaah!

[all yelling]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[train whistle]

[distant hammering]

[hammering continues]

[hammering continues]

[hammering continues]

[spits]

[door closes]

She doesn't like you...

anyway.

[snoring]

[gunshots]

[ricochet]

I got him!

[groaning]

[train whistle]

[hammering continues]

I like what I see.

[whinnies]

[whinnies]

I had a dream.

I dreamed that

I was a bad sheriff,

and that I was drunk.

That every one of my memories

starts with a drink...

and ends with a hangover.

I dreamed that

everyone I met...

laughed at my last

drinking binge,

my last fight.

That my woman didn't want

to have a child with a drunk...

got sick...

and died.

That I have no friends anymore,

that everyone has left me,

and that I am completely

alone in this place.

I dreamt that I wanted

to forget about my drinking

with all my strength.

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