he asks,
his eyes wide,
his hands on hips with
dismay
disgust.
no, i haven't.
what's up.
you won't believe this,
he says.
you'll never guess
what's going on
now.
it's worse than yesterday
and the day
before.
i will believe it, i tell him,
nothing really
surprises me anymore.
but i have to go now.
bad news will
keep, right?
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