Page 72 of The Last Kind of Kiss

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December 9th,Monday, 9:27 a.m.

BRISTOL:Do you remember that light blue dress you saw when we were out the other day?

LILA:Ugh, the one that cost a month’s worth of rent? Yes, I remember.

BRISTOL:You should wear it out tonight.

LILA:More like in ten years when I have enough money to buy it.

BRISTOL:Open your door.

LILA:Um, creepy?

BRISTOL:For fuck’s safe, Lila, there’s a package waiting for you outside.

LILA:Ew, Bristol.

BRISTOL:That wasn’t a joke about my dick!

LILA:…

BRISTOL:Did you find it?

LILA:It’s a box with a ribbon. And a note from you. In surprisingly legible handwriting.

BRISTOL:I had the best penmanship in my sixth-grade class.

LILA:Oh my God. What did you do?

BRISTOL:I didn’t do anything!

LILA:Yep. You’re a psychopath.

BRISTOL:It should fit. I would know, considering I kept your measurements in my notes app from when we were together.

BRISTOL:So, will you wear it out to dinner tonight?

LILA:We don’t have plans tonight.

BRISTOL:We do now, and I’m not taking no for an answer.

LILA:Uh-huh. And what if I had something important planned already?

BRISTOL:Do you?

LILA:I do, in fact. I have a date with Melvin and one of those soft porno movies disguised as a romance.

BRISTOL:Don’t joke.

LILA:I’m not.

BRISTOL:I’m serious, Lila. I’ll die before I ever let you replace me with that battery-operated pencil dick.

LILA:Jealousy’s a good look on you.

BRISTOL:There’s a difference between jealousy and possessiveness, angel. And I’m a man who knows what belongs to him.

LILA:I’ll reconsider if there’s garlic bread on the table.

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