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Caleb:ZOE!!

Me:DOCTORSCOTT!

Caleb:Uh…what? This is Calebstill.

Me:No. Noooooo. Puh-lease tell me you’ve seen thatmovie.

Caleb:Whatmovie?

Me:THE BEST FUCKING MOVIEEVER!

Caleb:Field ofDreams?

Me:Omg. You would. You fuckingwould.

Me:No. Tryagain.

Caleb:TheSandlot?

Me:NODAMMIT.

Me:The Rocky Horror Picture Show.OBVIOUSLY.

Caleb:Thewhat?

Me:You’ve never watched RockyHorror?

Caleb:I havenot.

Me:That’s it. We’re doingit.

Caleb:It? Like sex? Are we havingsex?

Caleb:How did this turn into usbanging?

Me:No! We’re going to see Rocky Horror. It’s a whole experience—toast and rice and water guns and yelling. You’re going to love it. We’ll go thismonth.

Caleb:I don’t know how we went from talking about movies to sex and now toast. Are youdrunk?

Me:We were never talking aboutsex!

Me:And no, I’m not drunk. Iwish.

Me:Bring mewine.

Caleb:No.

Me:You’re somean.

Me:So, are you in for RockyHorror?

Caleb:Sure. I guess. When isthis?

Me:Third Thursday of every month.Midnight.

Caleb:MIDNIGHT? Are you off your damn rocker, woman? No way. That’s way past mybedtime.

Me:IT IS NOT. You don’t come home until one or two in the morning half thetime.