Every time Emerz answers his phone nowadays I hear heels clicking on cobblestones. I hear the tinkle of dangling earrings. His voice sounds different; muted, subdued. Emerz has a fucking girlfriend. I can see him now, walking to Geology in his wax jacket, jingling the coins in his pocket, meeting up for drinks, eating outside, brunching constantly, jetting out for the weekend to fucking Jupiter Island or wherever she's from.
Well well. Congratulations. I've got a contingency plan for this scenario. Hatched it after the Great Betrayal of '02. Kept it in a folder marked confidential in my floor safe, under my collection of literary erotica. Congratulating myself on thinking ahead, I whip out the old bunny stew recipe.
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