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Show Woodworth/188 "I don't know that for a fact, Marty. But face it. Has he ever said anything about it? Has he ever said that he loves you? Do you love him? See, that's what's missing here*" "Since when did you get into love? The queen of the fuck and gos." "I'm sorjry. I don't want you to get defensive. I mean, I certainly know that I'm not an example for anyone. But I'm starting to feel like I'm losing track of my emotions. You know? Like it isn't good to feel anything, so I've been working and working on not feeling. I can't get hurt, no matter what a guy does. Because I don't get involved. Now that I'm starting to notice it in myself, I'm starting to notice it in you, too. All I'm saying is that I think it's a shitty way to live. I don't want to be that way. But I get afraid sometimes that it's too late, and that I'll never be able to dig my emotions out again." "Fuck, Rachael. What do you think I'm doing here? Of course I love Gary. That's why we've been together all summer. And I'm hurt and prissed off that he hasn't called me. So when he tries to call me tonight, I won't be home. So he'll get to realize that he loves me to. That he can't live without me. And, in the meantime, I want to have some fun. And so do you. Besides, how do you know that you won't meet Prince Charming in here? There could be hundreds of guys that really want a meaningful relationship milling around this room alone." "You girls alone tonight?" This time, when she turns, there is one by their table, looking down at her- "No. We're with each other," Rachael says. Marty looks quickly at her. Her face is blank, expressionless as a wave |