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Bob: Hi

Medusa: Why bother with such pleasantry?

Bob: I have come from distant shores.

Medusa: You love me, don't you?

Bob: You and a trillion other things. But yes, you are included.

Medusa: But I'm just charred sand.

Bob: It's not about that.

Medusa: Then where can we expand?

Bob: Nowhere. It's tonight. Look at the ocean.

Medusa: Darling, I'm white washed from those tides. I burn color and cold every

time your greasy tentacle spurs. It's old comfort and I'm just an overexposed board.

Bob: You mustn't believe that.

Medusa: It's true.

Bob: Look me in the eyes.