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at which point they

become unbearably tedious.

- I didn't come over here to be insulted.

- No? Where do you usually go?

And don't think just 'cause

you haven't said anything

that I don't know what you're up to.

I'm talking to you, behind the magazine.

Don't you know I could have

you arrested for eavesdropping?

- Excuse me?

- Or are you really an avid reader

- of Ladies' Home Journal?

- I never miss an issue.

I see.

- Waiting for someone?

- I'm sorry, were you speaking to me?

No, just practising my American

accent. Of course I was speaking to you.

As a matter of fact, I

was waiting for someone.

- Who?

- A business associate.

A business associate.

So cryptic. So manly.

Clearly beyond the

comprehension of a feeble female.

If you say so.

What I want to know is why you

chose to come in here from the lobby,

where you obviously had business,

to sit next to me and

listen to my conversation?

Tell me. Or are you afraid to say?

I'm not afraid to say it.

I'm in love with Leonard.

Go ahead and laugh, everyone does.

We had something beautiful

until you came along.

You think you can just toss

him away like a sack of flour.

- That's funny.

- Hey, haven't you done enough?

No, really, who are you?

- What's your name?

- I'm Dodge.

- Dodge Connelly of Duluth, Minnesota.

- Lexie Littleton. Champaign, Illinois.

Hey, Lexie, what are

you doing for dinner?

You're a lot of fun, Mr Connelly,

and I'm sorry I'm not gonna

get to know you better,

but you should leave before my

fianc gets here. He's kind of big.

- I can handle myself.

- No, really, Mr Connelly.

Mr Connelly is buried next

to my mother. I'm Dodge.

- Dodge, it'd be better if you go.

- Better for whom?

Don't get familiar, Mr Connelly.

Just because we had a laugh

doesn't mean you know me.

- My apologies.

- Apology accepted.

But I do know you.

- You think so?

- Oh, yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You're the kind of cocktail

that comes on like sugar,

but gives you a kick in the head.

The only thing you hate

worse than a guy making a play

is when a guy doesn't make a play.

Were you making a

play? I hadn't realised.

It might work on my Aunt Lurleen.

She's a little near-sighted.

There's an article on peach-canning

in here that I'm dying to get back to.

Well, I know you, too, Dodge Connelly.

You think you're the slickest

operator in Duluth, and maybe you are,

but being the slickest operator in Duluth is

kind of like being the world's tallest midget,

- if you ask me.

- It's too bad we know each other so well.

- We might have gotten along.

- Well, I'll live.

Alone.

Lexie?

Mr Frazier, Lexie Littleton.

I do apologise for keeping you waiting.

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