this room is stale. its like that pond in the middle of belle isle. there might be a pump in there somewhere, the geese drop in to forage and bathe, but i wouldnt stick my toe in it."

I have this incense."

Dont bother, there is a get together in spadesville at seveb, wanna go?"

sounds alright."

what have you been doing anyway. you seem relaxed. your not going all transcendental on me, are you?"

no, not at all actually. quite the opposite, in fact. im just tired of fussing."

no, you met another girl. you have been taking coffee by the river, ontop of a towel, and under the blanket."

hah! why would you say that? we have been together for the past three days- we basically havent left this sticky room; wouldnt you have noticed some riverside rondesvous?"