Feast of the Body Page #4

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So you had doubts.

With you?

Never.

How can you love me so much?

'Cause I know what life

is like without you.

And that is not a life.

You're stuck with me.

Wherever you go, I go.

Till death do us part?

What's happening?

Talk.

Talk!

And say what?

Who are you?

My name is Ben.

Where is she?

Do you see we have her?

What did you do?

Don't worry.

She didn't talk.

She just screamed.

That my shirt?

You have like a thousand

of these.

- I made you lunch.

- I have to go.

No, you gotta eat something.

- It's good. It's really good.

- Yeah?

I promise.

- I'll see you when you get home.

- Okay.

I wanna see...

I want to see.

I want to see, I want to see.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

Remember to turn off the camera.

Get off me! Help!

You wanted to see it.

- Did they find...

- No.

This is not a world

I want to be a part of.

She needs me.

I have to help her.

Maybe she doesn't want help.

She loves me.

Loved you.

What does that mean?

You're lying.

You know nothing about us.

Neither do you.

I would never abandon her.

She knows my love.

She will always know my love,

nothing can take that away.

All things come to end.

Gotta get outta here.

Ben? Ben?

What? What's wrong?

I don't know. I thought I heard

something in the kitchen.

Okay. Okay.

Just give me a second.

- I didn't see anything.

- Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Try and get some sleep.

Hey, I'm headed out.

Everyone wants to get

together later.

They want to see you.

They miss you.

I think we should

get out of the house.

It'll be fun.

Okay?

Come on.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.

Whoo! My man.

Already got us a table.

Let's do it.

- Oh, I'm up?

- Show 'em how it's done.

It's all Cal.

Here we go.

Pick out. Let me pick out

the right color ball for you.

Pink.

One left.

- It was no strike.

- Gotta get a strike.

- It was no strike.

- Supposed to be on my team.

- I'm... woo! Okay, go.

- That's what I need.

Little rootin' for me.

What is this?

That's my special...

Shine it up. Shine it up.

- Look at her shining my balls.

- Oh, yeah.

Those balls are real dirty.

- Yes!

- Ugh.

Okay. All right.

Don't go all fancy.

What did I tell you. What

happened is you pulled the rag,

and I tilted.

You were lopsided.

I told you, you were lopsided.

Pitchers of beer.

- Let's swing it back.

- Hey, all right.

Oh, it's my turn.

All right, get in there.

Do you wanna bowl for me?

I don't even wanna...

All right.

Come on, Cassandra.

- How do I do this?

- Show that girls can bowl.

I literally haven't done

this since I was ten.

- There you go.

- There you go.

You got this.

Ah, good form.

Works every time.

Oh. It's coming back.

It's gonna hit that one.

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