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Click hereSays, your pretty face.
Says, YOUR pretty face.
J: No yours.
J: No hers.
K: Stop looking at me.
J: Okay.
J: But I want to watch your O face.
K: Hell, no. I coo and cover my own head.
How about a mask?
HOW about a mask?
K: I'm wearing one already.
J: I won't.
K: I did.
K: But not now. Not now.
K: Are you sleeping?
K: So fucking cold in here.
J: I just got back from Iceland.
K: Going to California on my radio.
J: You know whose nigga you are?
(Set between two women.)
K: I don't respond to acronyms.
J: Nobody's that busy.
K: I guess I do.
K: When the cycle is all wrong and the horror show begins.
K: Sorry.
K: You say that a lot.
K: I am.
J: Let me touch you.
K: No.
J: I don't ask.
K: You don't tell.
K: I thought some thoughts and wanted to laugh when your big toe jabbed me in the cheek.
K: Is laughing allowed?
K: You have to leave.
J: Because you're mean. And cruel.
But.
K: But what?
J: How far do your limits go?