We walked around for ages and never saw him.
I think the kid was taking us for a ride.
Spike was right. And he's almost never right, so I don't know what the hell is going on. Armageddon or something.
He's such a moron. Didn't want to admit that the reason he was sleeping on the couch was because Faye was out with that guy. Spike thinks I'm in the dark about so many things. I should be insulted. But it's better this way. Knowing what's really up with him being the one in the dark, I mean. He sleeps on that couch all the time, so I could be wrong. But I don't think I am.
I think he wanted to see if she came back tonight. Which she did. I'm impressed actually. Guy with money. Enough money to be a drop in the bucket compared to the debt she's got. And looking like Spike, too. Dropped in the lap of luxury, she was. But I have to admire her. She's got some scruples after all.
I've been thinking a lot about this movie. I've wondered about it every which way and I can't, for the life of me, figure out who could be behind it. Someone who knows all about us. About our pasts and the people in our lives.
The package. I'm convinced this movie thing is somehow linked to that package Faye received that long while back. Someone is tracking us. And they want something from Faye. It must be. And they must have been after her for a while to have managed to gather this much information about us.
I knew she'd get us into trouble somehow.
Damn broad.
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A good-looking guy. Young. Virile. A beautiful girl. Alone in the universe.
Of course there'd be sexual tension.
They're only human, after all.
He's going to be a lot harder to bring over, though.
The body of his girlfriend's still warm.
But it's only a matter of time.
It's only a matter of time.