She said, “I dialed it back and wrote a better one.” You mean you wrote about the Speakeasy on Main Street?
I was baffled, I was mesmerized. How could this happen? I told you, one investment. Not one illegal investment. You are not supposed to be talking right now. You are to listen.
She said, “fallen rain was at my ankles, I rode the horse you left saddled for me… I trotted like the usual agreement.” Her face was swollen in a sorrowful frown, on the verge of real tears.
Yes but you left it a mess. You are acting without notion of any real reality. You know, reality?
“I guess I’ll find a better way.” Yes, you had better.