We'll Never Have Paris Page #3

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however, I think I am

going to grab a cab home.

Why?

I am just so tired. I have

that thing in the morning.

Can you give these people?

A ride to Jameson's?

Okay. Well, I love you.

I love you.

Bye.

I am probably going to

head out pretty soon, too.

I am going to go meet

up with my boys.

Okay.

I do not feel like

going to this party.

All right.

Why do not I just go drop you?

Back off with

Isaac and his boys.

Because I don't feel like getting

stoned and playing Foosball.

You philistine.

Do not call me names.

Did I hurt the fragile flower?

I am sorry.

Is that okay?

I mean, kissing my neck is okay.

It is like the same

thing as hugging.

No, no, no.

What?

I just really want to kiss you.

Well, that would not be good.

No, I know.

I could show you my b*obs.

Okay, wait, wait.

This feels rape.

Why?

'Cause you don't

want to kiss me.

I want to.

However, I cannot.

Yeah.

It is not like I

could be with Kelsey.

No, you could not.

Her legs, though,

Jameson, they are so long.

I have never seen legs

like that in person.

They are freakishly long.

I just... I have not been

in another relationship.

And now this

tall model likes me.

I mean, she thinks I am sexy.

Manly.

Okay, she modeled one time

in a catalog for Mervyn's,

and a lot of girls

think you are sexy.

More than think, I am sexy.

Okay, first off, girls

think I am cute, not sexy.

In addition, second, you are just

unaware of your good looks.

I wish I were unaware of my looks,

I am aware they are not good.

Sh*t.

I just lost a grand.

What kind of dealer

gets 21 every time?

A computerized one.

Maybe you do need to explore...

Wait a minute.

I thought you wanted

to marry Devon one day.

I do, that is what I am saying.

It is just... Those legs...

Dude,

you really need to chill out.

I feel like you're about to ask

me to help you hide the body.

I am fine, I am thinking clearly.

I just... I have a lot of energy.

I am galvanized.

Hey, check it out.

I...

am corning my own beef.

Better to corn your own

than someone else's.

I guess, okay, you are right.

I need to talk to Kelsey.

Just patch that up and then I...

She is so sexy.

No, no.

See, think of it like,

a wet dream, right,

nothing really happened.

So to talk about it,

would be awkward.

So what? Suppress my feelings?

And then,

by the time, I examine them,

they are all

tainted and deformed,

and then the idea of the event

and the event itself

would become inseparable and,

therefore, impossible to analyze?

I need to act now.

Okay, this is not Darfur,

you do not need to act now.

You need to go home.

You are not making sense.

Hey.

Imagine that was I

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