“Do you love me?”
“Of course, why you ask?”
“Tell me why?”
“Because…you’re smart. You have a good conversation, and it helps you’re sexy. Not every woman can flash a bald head and still look good. Just look at you—you’re gorgeous.”
“Liar—you tell me anything.”
“Oh my God…then why do you think I’m still here?”
“Who knows…sex maybe. You’re like me, a lonely soul looking for someone who speaks the same language. You probably suffer from a jacked-up childhood that’s influencing your bad decisions in women. No…that’s not it. Now that we’ve met, you want to use me for your personal gain. Better yet…you’re a double agent living a double life, or, maybe you have another family and an ex-wife you’re running from. And you owe fifty thousand dollars in back child support. They took your licenses and that’s why everything is in my name. In the end one day you plan to kill me. You have an insurance policy out on me, don’t you? I’ve been watching. The messages you’ve been receiving. Are you—”
“—Carly what the fuck? It’s three a.m. in the morning. Keep talking and I’ll have them come get you again.”

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