fragment | ii

“you know, i would never have taken you for the hard-boiled type.”

“no one asked you to take me as anything.”

“mm. can’t break eggs without ruffling a few feathers, i guess.”

“what kind of a mixed metaphor is that?”

“was it? i’d like to mix you a metaphor sometime. do you prefer yours shaken or stirred?”

“i can’t tell whether you’re joking, serious, or soused beyond belief.”

“i’m at my most serious when i’m soused.”

“so what, pray tell, is your point in all this nonsense?”

“the point, my dear, is that someday you’ll have to let someone crack your shell. otherwise you’ll break altogether.”


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