Page 73 of The Love Lie
Sam:OH MY GOD MY EYES
Emily:hahahaha
Sam:This is not funny.
Emily:I can’t breathe.
Sam:Shut up.
Emily:You can’t even hear me.
Sam:Twin telepathy.
Sam:You’re still laughing.
Sam:I know you are.
Sam:Emily Ann Peters.
Emily:I wonder what Jake will think about your opinion of his ass?
Sam:You wouldn’t dare.
Sam:Emily.
Sam:EMILY.
Jake to Sam:So you think I have a hot ass?
Sam:If by hot, you mean full of shit, then yes.
Jake:That’s not what I heard…
Sam:She’s dead to me.
Jake:Now that I have your attention, I need your help with something.
Sam:Spit it out or I’m blocking you for real.
Jake:Did you listen to any of my voicemails?
Sam:Can neither confirm nor deny.
Jake:Are you planning on being a pain in my ass for the rest of my goddamn life?
Sam:Yes.
Jake:Christ, Sam.
Sam:Call it sisterly love.
Jake:So you did listen.
Sam:Yes, Jake. Obviously, I listened. And obviously, I was making you sweat it out for a few more days before I responded because I am a petty, petty woman who can’t resist a little bit of payback when it’s handed to me on a silver platter.
Jake:So what do you think?
Jake:Sam.
