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Yeah, but... really, I'm... don't... I'm serious.

So what did he tell you anyway?

He said you were ruining his life.

That you were holding him *******, threatening to talk if he stopped schooling you.

Oh, and I must be a bad girl.

Yeah.

So what are you going to do about it, huh?

Uh, well...

Probably hurt myself.

Yeah.

Jack's the reason I came to this school.

I mean, his first novel changed my life, but...

that book was 20 years ago.

Everything since then has been total crap.

That's a little harsh. I mean, even if you're right...

No, you know I'm right.

I mean, he used to write these real, like, big dick sentences.

Yeah, so?

I'm his muse.

I mean, you know Jack better than anybody.

He does his best work in chaos and dread.

What do you do when you're not destroying other people's lives?

I write about destroying other people's lives.

Alright, so you're a monster.

And you're a pussy.

Why would you... what?

I mean, I would never actually tell his wife.

An artist just... just needs danger to get the juices flowing.

Oh, so you're helping him.

Well, he's writing, isn't he?

Well, how long do you plan on torturing this guy?

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