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A response to AG4111 follows. But I think it's fairly wide spread issue. I don't want to say it but your situation sound hopeless. Cut away to front room. Woman and man, both in mid-twenties sitting on an Ikea sofa half the room is awash with vinyl, the other is clean and furnished in a selection of thourghtfully chosen soft furnishings, cushions. TV plays to itself - something sickly sweet for ironic value, maybe Love Actually.... Her: "I think it's time we had a talk about *us*" You: "What do you mean a talk about *us*?" Her: "You and me - us." You: "okay - (?)" Her: "Well I think I've given you enough time to grow out of this breakneck thing." You: "Whoa there. Just a minute. Did you just say grow out of breaks? REALLY. (to self) tell me she didn't go there..." Her: (As though she didn't hear you) "And I've been talking to Louise [her mate who you think is a fool but get along with - just for peace, but when you and Lousie are alone togther it's as much fun as a kick in the nads] and she thinks..." You: "What are you talking to your friends about *us* for. (to self) Now I'm saying it." Her: "Well. She thinks its immature and that you should grow up" You: Saying nothing. eyeing up the door and the winters night beyond which feels sudenly more welcoming than your own front room. Her: "I've let you get away with this for too long" You: Standing up and reaching for your coat. Glazed expression in his eyes. Her: "We need to discuss your priorities and how I can change you into something...." You: GONE. Lights fade down into black. As that happens she reaches for her phone on the arm of the sofa. By the time the screen is black we hear a door slam and... Her: Hey Lousie. [PAUSE] yeah I said it and guess what? You were right. [PAUSE] The bastards gone CUT Ok, so I don't have the answers at all. But what do you expect from the internet. E! Wyte posted by E! @ 3:58 PM
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