FICTION M/F DIALOGUE
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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he brought a sweater and put it over her shoulders right away. She knew she was going to steal it. It was gray like his jacket. And it had the same old wool smell, old wool and a little shaving lotion. Hey, known what she done that don't matter. After a while, he said, I'd like to get to know what you've been thinking about lately. Since the last time we talked. You asked me why things happened the way they do, and I had to say I didn't know. Has still don't. But the question is interesting. Oh, she said he don't want to know what I've been thinking. He nodded. All right, I've been wondering why I even bother. There must be a reason, but I don't know what it is. When she sat in the doorway at night, she sometimes liked it all well enough, the stars and the crickets and the loneliness. She thought she could unravel the sounds. The river made the flow over the rocks where there was a little drop into a pool. The soft rush of the Eddie. Now and then, there were noises. Some small thing happened and disappeared. No one would ever know what it waas. She thought, all right, if that's how it's going to bay. If there had not been that time when she had mattered to somebody, she could have been at peace with it.