VS. Dobbs

"What is this shit?"

"It's narrative truth."

"Jesus!" She throws the papers on the floor.

"What's wrong with it?"

"What's right with it? That's the better question."

"Tell me." I pick up the sheets. "Point to it." I hand them to her.

She scans, drags her finger. "What's this: 'see, now i'm the one smiling like a retard.' I would never say 'retard.'"

"I think you said 'special', actually."

"Yeah. And you changed it."

"Is that it? Just one thing?[MP3]º You want me to change it, I'll change it."

"No. It sounds better your way. It always sounds better your way. Now that I think about it that's why I'm mad."

"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"Get objectivity so quickly. It takes me years."

"That's because you don't like yourself."

"I like myself fine enough."

"Then why the qualifier?"

"I like myself."

She turns away, done with me.

"I do. Laur, I do. I do. Laur? I do. I do, I do..."º

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