Jeremy and Angela are standing in the kitchen, discussing last night [which was not a fight between us]. Angela has been repressing the need to talk so that Jeremy can have some time to think, but talking is starting to come in dribbles. Jeremy gets a juice box from the fridge and starts sipping. I bring you to the middle of the conversation.

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J: I think that’s part of it, but I don’t think it’s the whole thing.
::He stops::
A: I do need you to share with me.
::J offers A his juice box.::

::rolling laughter::