Having moved just over a week ago, I am still organizing notes and files. Usually in stacks of creased and crumpled receipts, I find stray post-its penciled with found dialogue--which means somebody says it, I scribble it down. Thanks to my heterosexual friend, Steve, for these inadvertently generous bits.
"Man, my ass took a pounding today."
(After a full day Harley ride)
"I'm gonna go get poked."
(On the way out the door to an acupuncture appointment)
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