“Frolic naked in the hills, frighten the sheep, return to the house for the usual: tea, biscuits, casting ourselves upon the Thighmaster of love to moan about Claremont-Diaz siblings, which has become tragically one-sided since Henry took up with you. It used to be all bottles of cognac and shared malaise and ‘When will they notice us’—” “Don’t tell him that!” “—and now I just ask Henry, ‘What is your secret?’ And he says, ‘I insult Alex all the time and that seems to work.’” “I will turn this car around.” “That won’t work on June,” Alex says. “Let me get a pen—”
IM DYINGGGG I LOVE PEZ SO MUCH
