Oh, um, [he points at his guitar.] Folk, mostly. Laura Marling, The National, That sort of thing. [He looks up at her, then down quickly again, suddenly nervous.] What do you do?
[Please do something good. Something...they can live off of if they're married. Oh God. What if they're truly married? No take-backs? Of course there's take-backs, but...somehow anxiety is clouding his thoughts so that the very idea of divorce seems far fetched. What if she's one of those people that doesn't believe in divorce? What if he's fallen into a reality game show? She seems to beautiful to be a normal human being. Is this some sort of set up? He rubs his chin and tries not to think too much.]
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[Please do something good. Something...they can live off of if they're married. Oh God. What if they're truly married? No take-backs? Of course there's take-backs, but...somehow anxiety is clouding his thoughts so that the very idea of divorce seems far fetched. What if she's one of those people that doesn't believe in divorce? What if he's fallen into a reality game show? She seems to beautiful to be a normal human being. Is this some sort of set up? He rubs his chin and tries not to think too much.]