A man walks down the street and bumps into another man. Someone he vaguely knows.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Are you still, er, writing?”
“Yes.”
“How’s it going?”
“So-so.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. Though my dog just died.”
“Yes, those things happen. Especially around here.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“Well, have to go. I’ve got a call girl waiting.”
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