She Likes You

She likes you. It’s your tortured philosopher thing.

I don’t like me.

That’s what she likes.

 

She’s going to eat you up.

Do you think?

Just kidding. But her husband floating about … maybe he doesn’t mind … maybe that’s the price you pay to go out with a hottie …

She’s a hottie, right?

Sure she’s a hottie.

 

You’re going to get entangled, I can tell. All caught up. In a spider’s web.

I don’t want to get entangled!

 

You just want to work on your magnum opus, right?

Sure I do.

What is it again? Some literary thing … some philosophical thing. Just what the world is waiting for.

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