B: How you're holding on, kid?

A: Terribly.

B: You're kidding me.

A: No, seriously. All this stuff is driving me crazy.

B: Whats wrong, then?

A: She and She.

B: Ah, those two again.

A: Indeed, but they've never encountered at the same time. It's a first.

B: I see... whats the deal?

A: Ok, so we know the first one is mad, right?

B: Right

A: But now she returned, god knows why, wanting to check things. I mean, just like that, you know? like nothing ever happened before.

B: Bitch

A: That's what i said.

B: So what are you gonna do?

A: Let her.

B: Wait, you sure?

A: Yes. I've gave it a thought. My conclusion is that theres only quite a few reasons for this behaviour. So i plan to dig this up and uncover the truth. See what happens.

B: Sounds good. And dangerous. Ok, so we got that one, how about She?

A: Well, this other one... i don't know.

B: She doesn't give a fuck about you.

A: No!...well... i really don't know. Of course i shouldn't think that but... she really doesn't seems to give a fuck.

B: Frustrating, ain't it?

A: You have absolutley no idea. If she loves me like she says she does, then what the fuck!?. Another thing, shes hiding stuff from me!

B: like, bad stuff?

A: No, no. Things, you know?. Everyday stuff. About her life. It makes me feel so...

B: like someone beat the crap out of you and make you feel like a douche?

A: Yeah. That's it. Nailed It

B: Thank you.

A: She doesn't give a shit, so it seems.

B: And what are you gonna do?

A: Keep breathing. I don't know. Let her live her life.

B: As long as you don't kill yourself

A: I won't, i promise. Thanks

B: Anytime, kid.

fragmento de "un muchacho y su conciencia.". Un libro que no existe.