"What are you working on?" the girl asked.
"The wrong thing," he replied.
"It's always that way," she huffed.
"Yeah. It is."
"So, whaddya gonna do about it?"
"Nothing, probably."
He kept his head down and would not look her in the eye.
"Can't you even just look at me when we're talking?"
"No. I don't suppose I can."
"And why not?"
"Seems like the right thing to do. It's not my style."
"Oh, you are a bore."
"Yes. I know."
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