Mar 22, 2011 19:04
[The audio turns on suddenly to a whimper]
Ah, shite. Can' come in tomorrow-
[Pause and a hiss]
House that means for yeh, all right? I can' come in tomorrow. I'll let yeh know when I can.
Frankie, bring home somethin' to eat, all right? For a few days. Don' feel like cookin'.
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[ He's sitting on a couch, a newspaper spread on his lap. He smiles briefly.]
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I'm in pain. Nothin' terrible.
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Nathan, can' yeh go out to eat?
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Considering I feel like I'm being stabbed through the chest? Not so much.
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And if yeh feel that way how are yeh goin' to eat?
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