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He: We're WAI-TING.

She: I'll sit in the audience. I'll sit in the audience. He might think I'm in a play. He might think I'm some unreal character in a play. He might watch me. He might put his foot on my shoe. Not that we need a play - I mean everyone here is a play in themselves, it's just that some of us don't know how to shut up. You got a play in you sir? Anything happen to you yes yes yes yes yes yes we don't want to hear it we don't want to hear about your ingrown toenail stuff when my heart is smothered my heart is broken. I'm broken all years. I'm broken. I'm trying to tell you. I'm trying to get it out. How in the stillness, in the night, I wake and feel the fell of dark not day. My sweating self. But worse.

He: It was an affair of the heart now we can't speak I couldn't speak I was too passionate too obsessed too out of control. I put my foot on her shoe once once while we talked when we were young young I put my foot on her shoe so she touched my arm and I took my arm away and left my foot on her shoe when I was young when we were young O O O O O O.

He goes to the stage.

He: I'm waiting.

Pause.

She: I might go. I might try again. Look at the time! Hello.

She goes to the stage.

He: Hi.

She: Hello.

He: Anything happening?

She: No. Not much. Everything. Everything everything everything.

He: Nice shoes.

She: Thanks.


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