| Nov212010 | They Make It Work Anyway |
“Can’t you write a happy story for once?”
“Ok. So there’s this girl. And she likes a guy. But they live in different cities. They make it work anyway. The End.”
“That’s depressing.”
“That’s the best I can do.” Tess lets out a comic groan as she stands up and reaches for her cigarettes. She walks over to her jacket and fumbles through the pockets for her lighter. She scrunches up her face.
“You won’t find it,” Tomas says, “Stop acting such a tortured artist.” He stretches out on the couch in a long yawn, arching his back. He grins at himself.
“Smoking is the furthest thing I have from torture. I’m not a masochist, just an addict.”
He sits up. “You’re dependent, not an addict.”
“Difference being?”
“I haven’t dumped you yet.”
Tess rolls her eyes and shoves the pack of cigarettes into her jacket. She sits back down, takes a sip of her cold coffee and returns to staring at the blank page.
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