"Another day without
going to work?"
"Another day."
"Taking it a bit easy?"
"Taking it a bit easy. Yes," answered Jatupon.
"I would like to know why you have a black eye and a swollen face."
"You know everything and yet I'm supposed to believe that it
hasn't it occurred to you that I'm not wanting to think about
this-about this situation I'm in."
"I understand that but am nonetheless curious what you have to say
on the subject."
"Very little, if you don't mind."
"All right. Are you snorting glue because of what has happened to
you?"
"Why ask so many questions?"
"Because I am cruel."
"Yes, you are, you know."
"You don't like me at all?"
"Oh," Jatupon sighed, "I do like you in ways."
"What a charming endorsement! I elicit the same response
everywhere I go. Oh well...truth doesn't have to be a comfortable
realm. It rarely is."
"Yes," said Jatupon pensively, "I imagine it rarely is."
"The pain is so overwhelming you can't work?"
"The boredom is so overwhelming I can't work. It is a rot-a rot
under my hairnet. I can't do it-reflexes every day and not with-"
The mosquito waited to hear the word "him.
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