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[reiterated]

Oh, calm down, dear - I've been in my basement. [ Pause. Then, with a smile in his voice: ] Did you miss me?

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Do you know how hard it sucks going to In & Out when you're nowhere to be found? Do you know how hard it sucks going to In & Out every fucking day of the week only to find grinding, writhing male specimens. And. No. You. Old fart.

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Wha - oh, come on, you have better things to do. Damn it, Alexa, didn't anyone tell you?

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Most people aren't as by and large as you, Timm, they don't exactly talk to me. Aside from my tie, I'm not fuckable to them.

1/2

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But they... whatever. Old queens. I'll teach them...

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Uh, well - in any case - sometimes, I'm simply... indisposed. It's nothing serious.

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Indisposed? [ A long pause while she processes the word. She knows what it means, but she has no clue what it implies. Finally, she lets it go, a frown audible in her voice. ] But you're okay now? You're not sick or something?

[reiterated]

Not at all. [ Pause. ] Next time, just pop by. You know where I live, don't you?

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Yeah.

[ A long, deep intake of breath. She's calming herself down, breathe, Alexa, fucking breathe. ]

If it's not a problem, I could drop by later. Bring pizza. I'll order the meaty one just for you...

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Sounds delicious. [ Another pause. He has to think about sentences still. It'll pass, thank goodness. ] No need to bring your own coffee, though. I have coffee.

[poetryslamming]

[ Okay. That's good. He's got coffee in his house. His basement. Whatever. He's got it. ]

You know that writer's block I was banging my head against before you ghosted? It's lifted.

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No, really? Poor Alexa, you've been blue as blue can be - isn't it lovely? Producing?

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It's kinda like having pooped out the biggest turd after being constipated for a year. I've seriously lost two kilos or some shit.

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Pizza's exactly what the doc's ordered then, isn't it? Do remember to bring the results along.

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I've got a stack. Used one of them for the spoken word evening I was invited to the day before yesterday. [ U N S U R E. ] It's in your honor.

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Is it? [ She can probably hear the warmth in his voice now, it's pretty obvious. ] Then, it seems I owe you a dedication, my dear.

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I dig your rainbow-colored Mauer. If you need inspiration.

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I never do. Come by, read and eat, and I'll make you something that matches the rest.

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Thanks. [ She means it. ] See you in a bit, Timm.

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See you.

[ call ended. ]