The Tell-Tale Heart Page #3

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to bother someone enough

to come fix it.

And, uh, you are'?

Ariel.

Sean.

Breakfast?

Uh, well, it's a little late

for breakfast, wouldn't you say'?

No, not for you, not in the

literal sense of the word.

You, uh, smell like you had

quite a time of it last night.

You look like hell.

You really should consider

eating something.

Here, you finish

prepping the eggs.

I'll get the pan ready.

So, how long

have you worked here?

Or are you, uh,

are you a patient?

Interesting.

So, you just met me,

and my choice

is either the Mad Hatter

or Nurse Ratched.

Which would you prefer?

I didn't mean it like that.

I just mean what are you doing here?

Well, I'm cooking.

Couldn't I be the cook?

I'm wearing an apron

and everything.

I was just wondering why

you were here, that's all.

Well, let me ask you something.

Sean the hobo.

How long were you out

there riding the rails

before the old man took pity

on you and took you in'?

What'?

I am doing exactly what you did.

I assumed, because you smell

like whiskey and crab water,

that you must be

a crazy homeless man.

I'm sorry, I didn't,

I didn't mean to judge.

I'm not some crazy hobo.

Actually I'm here because,

I'm having a problem

with my memories.

Well, if you can't remember

anything,

then how do you know you're

not a crazy homeless guy'?

Consider yourself lucky

you're not remembering.

Why is that'?

Well, if you can't remember anything,

then you can't regret anything.

No bad decisions.

Everything's brand new.

I never thought

about it like that before.

So why are you here?

What's wrong with you'?

Boy, you are

a direct one, aren't you'?

Well, I guess I might as well

spill my guts to you.

You won't remember it anyway.

It's not like that at all.

I, uh...

My memories get fuzzy,

they go in and out, that's all.

You sure

don't get sarcasm, do you'?

As if I am about to spill

my guts to a perfect stranger.

I am, however, more than

happy to dispense advice.

Well, I've seen so many

doctors in my life,

I'm used to spilling

my guts to strangers.

Those things

will kill you, you know.

I mean, they might

not stop your heart,

but they can end

what's special about you.

So, how long you here for'?

I'm not sure yet.

Hmm, let me see.

Yep, you keep taking these,

you're gonna be here forever.

Yeah, I don't think so.

The doctor's told me that...

That these would help you'?

The only thing

that's gonna help you...

is in here.

You get your mind right...

you'll be free.

That's my advice.

I feel like I've met you before.

Only time will tell.

Oh.

I gotta get home

before I turn into a pumpkin.

Wait, wait, home?

You don't live here? So many

questions and we just met.

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