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KIT:Is he still there?
FAYE:What? I don’t know. I was just checking out.
KIT:…
FAYE:Kit, why do I hear the car running?
FAYE:Oh my God.DO NOT go down there.
KIT:I just wanna talk.
FAYE:No, no you do not.
KIT:People talk with their hands all the time, Faye. It’s called ASL.
FAYE:So if I look at the local news later, I won’t find a picture of that man with a face full of bruises?
KIT:Who knows what he gets up to in his free time.
FAYE:I think you need to calm down.
KIT:I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that to me.
FAYE:You can’t just go…gallivanting around every time a guy makes a gross comment about me!
KIT:Oh, oh. I most certainly can, and I will. In fact, I was meaning to get some boxing sessions in today.
FAYE:I didn’t even tell you what he looked like.
KIT:You really think I won’t be able to find him?
FAYE:Ugh, no.
KIT:Face it, Princess. Even though you don’t need me, I’ll always be your knight in shining armor.
FAYE:Is that why you call me that? Because you think I’m a princess?
KIT:Wasn’t it obvious?
FAYE:I thought it was more along the lines of ‘She’s a damsel and in distress. Help her before she burns the city down.’
KIT:God, no. Never. I call you that because you deserve to be treated like one.
FAYE:I didn’t realize you could be so sweet.
KIT:Don’t get used to it.
FAYE:C’mon. You’re a big softie. Admit it.
KIT:Fine. Only for you.
24
THE KEY TO MY BROKEN HEART
FAYE
It’s not every morning that you have a dream where you’re the hostage of a morally gray pirate and he abandons his life of crime to travel the world with you on his ship. And it’s a great dream, a great dream that just so happens to be interrupted by a sulfurous smell that’s either the product of burnt food or an electrical fire. So when I’m forcefully pulled from my dreamscape, I wake up in a pool of sweat and gasp for air like people do in movies after they’ve had a terrible nightmare.
