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"
O
.
K
.
,
so
I
figured
we
were
through
I
’
m
sitting
here
two
nights
later
,
I
had
to
work
the
club
that
night
,
so
I
’
m
sitting
here
at
3
am
drunk
and
in
my
shorts
again
.
There
’
s
a
knock
on
the
door
.
It
’
s
her
knock
.
I
open
it
and
she
isn
’
t
there
.
I
go
out
to
my
car
and
she
has
more
dresses
soaked
in
gasoline
and
burning
.
She
had
saved
some
.
Only
this
time
they
are
burning
on
the
hood
.
She
leaps
out
from
somewhere
and
starts
screaming
.
The
neighbors
look
out
.
There
I
am
again
in
my
shorts
trying
to
get
these
burning
dresses
off
the
hood
.
"
"
That
’
s
great
,
I
wish
it
had
happened
to
me
.
"
"
You
should
see
my
new
car
.
It
has
paint
blisters
all
over
the
hood
and
the
roof
.
"
"
Where
is
she
now
?
"
"
We
’
re
back
together
.
She
’
s
coming
over
in
30
minutes
.
Can
I
put
you
down
for
the
reading
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
"
You
outdraw
the
rock
groups
.
I
never
saw
anything
like
it
.
I
’
d
like
to
bring
you
in
every
Friday
and
Saturday
night
.
"
"
It
wouldn
’
t
work
,
Marty
.
You
can
play
the
same
song
over
and
over
,
but
with
poems
they
want
something
new
.
"
Marty
laughed
and
hung
up
.
