Snickers bar



I know he’s got it.
She wants it, I know.
It’s there in his pocket.
It’s there in the set of her eyes. See, she won’t look at me.
He’s avoiding my gaze. I’ll surprise him, just say something.
Hi.
Now I need to reply.
I said hi.
I’m not looking. His pocket’s not bending. I’ll try to pretend I don’t see.
I said hi.
Er, yeah, hi.
What you looking at?
Where?
Why you staring?
Not there?
At my pocket.
You’ve got it?
Of course. I could share if you’d like.

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