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Show Swish. Disappearing as he blinks. Friends, they are the best of friends, Nick and Sara and Steven, as unembarrassed as brother and sister about such things, though Steven always wears his pants to the bathroom. Steven is getting a little fat and that bothers him. He has noticed hair in the sink. He is cold and knows it is more than just the weather. He is miserable sitting here in front of this stupid word game, and he would like to bring his clenched fist down on it, would like to rip up the cardboard field and burn the little paper squares, but he can't. Sara made it. 'Went out and bought colored pencils and spent two afternoons recreating the Scrabble board from memory. "Because we need something to do in the evenings, something fun." And Nick had said, "Jesus Christ, playing around with a bunch of fucking words ain't exactly my idea of a good time." "It might improve your vocabulary," she said. "Bullshit," he said. "See, that's all you know how to say, bullshit." "I still don't want to play." "Oh don't be such a jerk," she said. "Hey now, that's no way to talk." |
