I was tidying up tonight, and in one of those useless moments of industry decided to go through a pile of old cds. I came across this stuff, which I wrote… about five years ago, maybe? I remember I kept hearing them talking in my head. Eventually I broke down and stopped ignoring them and wrote it out. I remember thinking I didn’t want her to be a hooker, but reading it and figuring that was probably the only thing anyone was going to conclude she was. I remember hearing the first two sentences in my head as the beginning of a country song, something Lucinda Williams-esque. I still do. I also seem to recall thinking it was a lot better than I do now. 🙂

Dialogue.

Dialogue II.

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