...   i  think  i  need  to  make  a  call

*  national  shipping  only

benny,  you  should  just  leave  it  to  the  one  of  us  who’s  in  business .  it’s  literally  not  pyramid  scheme

             ❝   is   that    a   beyoncé   song ?   ❞      she’s   excited.      ❝    i   quote  her  on  a  daily  basis ,  too .   ❞

same old story,  same old heartbreak.  there,  his words hit places joni wishes she had never met.     ❛    it sounds like you stole my love story ,  mister blanc .    ❜    she gets his name right this time,  one less thing to care about.  that man was quite the subject;  more than an accent and flourished pairs of words.  right there,  something else   --  something deeper,  underneath layers and layers of manufactured somethings to steal the attention.  she could relate to that,  and even on a lighter level,  enjoy his company.     ❛    shit .  so you never saw behind that closed casket ?   that’s kind of the luckiest you can get ,  i guess .    ❜    it’s awful just the same;  it’s a scene,  after all.  the burying of an idea, of the untouchable.  you’ll never know what you didn’t see.  but the woman wishes she hadn’t seen it.     ❛    i saw her .  from --  afar ,  of course .  it wasn’t pretty .  and  the family ,  well  --  they were too entertained mourning their sister to remember the loss was mine ,  too .  you can imagine what kind of a supportive environment i had around .    ❜    drink is swallowed a whole,  no single drop to tell the story.  her leg is suddenly sprawled over the couch,  an annoyed sigh leaving nude lips.     ❛    i’m getting comfortable .  we’re talking about our dead wives ,  for god’s sake ,  you can’t get more intimate than that .  and ---   you know what ?  i hate it .  i hate that i wasn’t ready to be alone .  and just --  and just not have a wife anymore .  it fucking sucks .     ❜