"Dogs need obedience training before they can be our friends, know what I'm saying?" I ask Mary-Anne.
"I do." she says.
We both give each other looks, then, I smile. "I think that we're still in the obedience faze, learning to be obedient to each others needs. Your need for me to control you and my need for you to free yourself for example. And, to open up to me, expressing yourself freely." I say.
"GOD!" she says, looking up at the early evening stars, her fingers gripping her hair, "I knew I wasn't going to get married until I'm thirty!"
"Well, maybe late twenties." I say. She laughs once, "You can try. But, you know I'll turn you down." she says.
"You would say no to me? Even, if I asked you to marry me?" I ask.
"No but I wouldn't say yes." she says. I say, "It'll hurt you too, y'know?"
"Is that what you want?" she asks.
"Uh-huh," I say before wetting my lips and biting down on the end of my thumb.
Everything is silent for a moment as we stare at one another.
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