Helen: I donât hang out with guys who wear mustache wax anymore because I know itâs only a matter of time before they fall in love with me and write a song on their fucking harpsichord or banjo or whatever the fuck about the auburn-haired temptress who broke their heart.
Lucius: That sounds⌠oddly specific.
Helen: Thatâs because it is.
Helen: This happened to me three times.

















