Wednesday, February 01, 2006

15.

Vinola: Yes you were. That day I walked in on you.
Nygaard: It was sharing.
Vinola: Liar.
Nygaard: She said she wouldn’t know how to tell that story. I said: show me. And she: did.
Vinola: I wonder if she'd tell me?
Nygaard: Sure. Told me.
Nygaard thinks a moment then outstretches his hand.

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