Randy: “Mrs. B got soooo mad about Terry’s black eye. She couldn’t believe we had been fighting for fun. Then she found the mushrooms and the shit hit the fan.”
Nicky: “Just think how many hours I have to work here before I can buy a ticket home?”
Kim: “Why don’t you spend the holidays with me and my family?”
Nicky: “Em…"
Randy: “128 hours!”
Kim: “Why not?”
Nicky: “It would be weird.” “You don’t smoke.”
Kim was taken aback. Just settling into the drama her life had taken on since moving to the boarding house, she had overseen the stifling simplicity that could sometimes underlay it.
“If it weren’t for the boarding house we would’ve never hung out. One day we’ll leave this place and we’ll never see each other again,” Kim thought.
“You don’t smoke.” How could that ever be a reason? And yet, Kim had understood. There were differences that lay deeper but became apparent in seemingly trivial details.
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