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[throughbamboo]

[he raises his eyebrow]

I don't know your history, nah. Should I?

[doggonemad]

Used ta be married. My ex left after the accident.

[ taps at his eyepatch when he says "accident." ]

Don't blame her, to be honest with ya.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

. . . why's that?

[doggonemad]

Shit changed. We wanted different things. She didn't sign up for that.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a little]

'M sorry it didn't work for ya.

[doggonemad]

Shit happens. That's life.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, that's life.

[takes a sip of his drink]

That turn people off to ya?

[doggonemad]

Pretty much.

[throughbamboo]

. . . should I be turned off? 'Cuz I'm not.

[doggonemad]

Maybe yer just a weirdo.

[throughbamboo]

Oi . . . is it weird?

[doggonemad]

Lil' bit.

[throughbamboo]

Not sure I get why . . . s'like ya said, it's life, ain't it?

[doggonemad]

Somethin' like that.

[throughbamboo]

Right. So, why's it weird?

[doggonemad]

Just 'cause.

[throughbamboo]

Hmm.

Maybe yer the weird one.

[it's said fondly, though]

[doggonemad]

Maybe I am.

[throughbamboo]

Good thing I like weird.

[doggonemad]

Guess that means ya like me.

[throughbamboo]

"Guess" nothin', I do like ya.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Heh. Then it's good that I like ya too.

[throughbamboo]

. . . yeah, s'real good.

[doggonemad]

[ just nods, looking down at his drink. ]

[throughbamboo]

[watches him as he finishes off his drink]

What's wrong?