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I've gained some weight, like, it's mostly my face. Am I talking too loud? I'm just about to eat some tater tots. Yes, it's a joke. No, it was a joke. I'm naked. Where are you? Are you at home? I know, I'm sorry, we're not supposed to... Reading a book? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I mean, do you want to? Okay. Yeah, ooh, ooh. Okay. Okay, I'm done. Yeah? Oh yeah, it's all over, like, I better go get a lot of paper towels. When does your flight get in? What? Are you reading the New Yorker right now? Yes, thank you. Uh-huh. It's just a shelf. It's fucking huge. It's like a midget, it's like a little person with a sword. It says, oh, the prairie is high. Are you crying? It's okay if you... Why did you whisper? Why? Hi. I don't know, I haven't really gone out. Thank you for... it's a great place. I want to thank you. Yeah? Do you want to hear about the shelf? Like, a lot of books, all the books I've been reading, and I put Yahtzee on it. I've been playing Yahtzee. What's wrong with Yahtzee? It's nice. You don't want to play me, because I'm going to win every time. It's like the only thing I've been doing. I'm just saying. It's not going to be fun for you, because I'm amazing. You can play if you want to. I've been making pots. Like a... it's like a teapot. No, you can't put tea in it. No, it's shaped like a teapot, but you can't put tea in it. You don't have to call it a pot. I don't want you to call it a teapot, Abby. Call it a pot, just call it a pot. No, don't apologize. No. I'm brushing my teeth. I miss you. Like, a werewolf. Why did I break your chairs? Didn't you use a date, Brody? I'm sorry, I was just... Yes, yes I was. I've been masturbating this whole time. You didn't tell me you used to fuck, Brody. He read to you during sex? What did he read? Do I move around too much? My penis? You want me just to lie on you with my penis out like a dead person? I'm sorry I'm not Brody. I don't have an article in the New Yorker, and I don't fuck you like a dead person. I'm sorry, this is... We are, we are. I love you, I just... I went to group therapy, and I talked about my fucking dreams, Abby. I don't know. I made a fucking pot that can't hold any liquids. Because, I don't know. Yeah, I had a dream I killed a lot of butterflies. Someone told me not to get so many butterflies. But I bought them anyway, and they all suffocated to death. But they were on my pants. No, they grabbed onto my pants when they died. I don't know. They all thought it was about you. Do you just want to talk about... Are you going to get a new dress? It's not fine. I'm a drug addict, Abby. I'm a drug addict. How? How do you forgive me? That's it? All I have to do is apologize? That's shit. It's shit. It's nothing. Sorry? That's not... That's something you write on a note. It's not enough. There's nothing that's enough. I can't tell you. Sorry, I can't tell you. Yeah? How? I didn't build the shelf. I didn't even start on it. I didn't build it. It's all over my floor. Say it. Say something real. Please. Say it. Okay? Okay. Good.