camera. Check. Bun-bun. Check. Teddy. Check.
What are you doing?
What does it look like? I'm packing my toys to take to Hollins. Where was I? Blankie. Bun-bun's bed. Hard plastic doll The Writer thinks I like? Nah.
I thought you'd changed your mind.
I never said I wasn't going. The Writer is an associate professor. That makes me--an assistant associate professor.
I think you're letting this whole thing go to your cotton-stuffed head. Obviously loyalty doesn't count.
It's business, Winchester. Strictly business. Something you'd never understand. Bun-bun's carry case . . . pillow . . .
I understand you're not my best friend anymore. Don't expect me to throw you a going-away party.