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It’s just after I see a movie,
I like to go get a piece of pie and talk about it.
It’s sort of a little traditionI have.
Do you like to get pie after you see a good movie?
Brodie: You know how when someone lays with their back to you, and you lay behind them really close and you throw one arm over them?
T.S. Quint: It’s called spooning.
Brodie: Yeah, but you gotta put the other arm somewhere. You can either lay on it or shove it between your bodies. The only other option is to stretch it above your head. But sometimes my arm pops out of socket when I’m sleeping like that. So I was constantly searching for someplace to keep my arm while still laying close to her.
Gwen: And?
Brodie: What do you mean, ‘and’? That’s like a metaphor for our whole relationship. I’m all out. I’ll meet you at the food court.
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Drink Water From Opposite Side of a Cup to Cure Hiccups
- Fill a drinking glass with room temperature water.
- With glass in hand, stand and bend over at your waist.
- Place your lips on the side of the glass opposite that from which you would normally drink so the opening is around your chin.
- Tip the glass away from you and into your mouth.
- Drink as much of the water as you can and repeat until hiccups subside.
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We got through the night.
It was a tough night.
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When I lay in bed with the door open all I see is Leatherface.
He’s really starting to haunt me.
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She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us an we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer