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Show Woodworth/187 'you look good to me, let's screw?" \ "Go ahead. Try it." Marty studies Rachael's profile in the haze of cigarette smoke. Is she getting moral in her old age? It's not like he's loyal to me, she thinks. Sleeps with his wife. And probably with others, too, even though he says he doesn't. "What's the matter?" she asks. "Oh, I don't know. Nothing." "Bull shit. How come you didn't want to come?" "I don't know. It's weird," Rachael pushes both hands through her forest of hair. It's just that all of this is starting to depress me. You know? It's not fun any more. The one night stands and all of that. It's just so fake. Like you said, what this whole place is about is that these people want to sleep with each other. Only they don't admit it. But the other thing that they don't admit is that they'd all have a lot more fun if they just went home and did it to themselves. Took a mirror to bed with them." "Well we're here, aren't we? We aren't any better than anyone else." . "That's a whole other thing." Rachael pushes her hands into her hair again, and then leans forward, head on elbows. "I feel like I've corrupted you." "You've corrupted me? My God, you've been listening to my mother." "No, seriously. You've changed this summer, and I feel like it's my fault for telling you to get involved with Gary. It's such a dead-end relationship. I mean, it's not like he's ever going to leave his wife for you." "How do you know that?" Marty interrupts. |