HIM: The way her hair streamed down and covered her face when she leaned over the pages of her book.... ME: Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. These are cards. HIM:I am scared in my breast like a robin. ME: Each of them knows you are who you are. If you are pretending you are not, you must be trying to con or scam somebody. And it’s probably one of them, or you. So either fuck you, or else fuck you. HIM:at least i’m free and out here, at least i’m still taller than the three foot chain link fences everybody uses to mark off their property. at least we all still know we can jump or crawl over those at any time. ME: Actually I think they’re runes. HIM:Actually I think you’re right. ME: Shall we search for another? HIM:Often when you search for them, they retreat. ME: True, as often disappear. HIM:Agreed. ME: And yet... HIM:For the sake of debauchery and avoidance... ME: Let’s search for another! HIM:Agreed! You get the flashlight and I’ll get the hooch. _They search._