Proof Page #8

"and so are never full

except in September,"

I'm exhausted,

I can't wait to get back

to the coffee at home,

We have a place where we buy coffee,

They roast it themselves,

They have an old roaster down in the

basement, You can smell it on the street,

Some mornings you can smell it from

our place, four stories up, It's wonderful,

"Manhattan's Best,"

Some magazine wrote it up,

I mean, who knows?

But it's very good,

I think...

I'm actually gonna give up coffee

'cause it's bad for my nerves,

Catherine,

Catherine!

How many days have I lost?

How can I get back

to the place where I started?

I'm outside a house,

trying to find my way in,

but it is locked and the blinds are down,

and I've lost the key,

and I can't remember what the rooms

look like or where I put anything.

And if I dare go in inside, I wonder...

will I ever be able to find my way out?

Sometimes in my head I think it works,

and then...

Sometimes I just think it's...

crazy,

There's nothing wrong with you,

I think I'm like my dad,

I think you are, too,

I'm afraid I'm like my dad,

- You are not him,

- Maybe I will be,

Maybe, and maybe you'll be better,

It was like...

connecting the dots,

Some nights I could connect

three or four of them,

and some nights

they'd be really far apart,

I'd have no idea how to get to the next one,

if there was the next one,

It just seems

really stitched together and lumpy,

Dad's stuff was way more elegant,

Talk me through it

and tell me what's bothering you,

You got a bit of ground to make up, Dobbs,

You know that?

And there's no way

to prove that I wrote it,

No, But we could sit down,

we could talk it through and

determine if you couldn't have,

If I go back to the beginning,

I could start it over again.

Here,

I could go line by line,

try and find a shorter way.

There are a lot of...

I could try to make it...

better.

SkyFury

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