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• Duane puts the car in drive and starts up the street.


• DUANE DASHER
• How’re you doing, man?


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• (hesitating)
• Good. Pretty good. Fair. You know.


• DUANE DASHER
• Same as usual, eh?


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• I’m riding the roller coaster.


• DUANE DASHER
• Nah, you’re a rock.


• DONNA DASHER
• We’ll make sure you have a good time tonight.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Thanks. Where are we going, anyway?


• DONNA DASHER
• A poetry reading.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• Oh, god, no.


• Nicholas slumps.


• DUANE DASHER
• Don’t worry. It’s cool. You’ll like it. There’ll be food, too.


• Nicholas brightens.


• DONNA DASHER
• And beer.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• I don’t drink anymore.


• DUANE DASHER
• You might start back up after you hear some of this poetry.


• NICHOLAS FREDLAND
• You said I’d like it. It’s that bad?


• DUANE DASHER
• No, it’s that good.