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Oooh, double strip time! Sal lampshades a bit that Walky and Joyce settled down to get married, like, 3 years ago, at this point. That’s one of the advantages of those sliding timescales that Dumbing of Age enjoys so much […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oooh, manager guy’s gettin’ salty. I like him. This is definitely some “late twenties freak-out ‘cuz I haven’t done anything real with my life yet” thing going on with Sal, which is amusing, if you forget that, again, she was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sal, Joyce asked you that question back in her apartment. I don’t think she can hear your answer out here on the rooftops.
Is that a cloud of dust through the doorframe behind Joyce, or just badly-scribbled closet stuffs? In other words, did Sal burst through another door? I don’t know, don’t remember.
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