id Jess.
But you didnt.
You sat on my head.
But you done anyt it since.
ell. e to t party. And on holiday. And, you know.
ter another.
terrible, isnt it, o block out some time in your diary. Otting in the way.
S up.
Guys, guys… I o be drao an undignified spat o act in a more statesmanlike manner.
Like JJ, I a long nigating, I said.
tosser.
And my conclusion is t serious people. e closer t nos us in something of a bind.
I agree. ere fucked, said JJ. Sorry, Maureen.
Im missing something, said Jess.
t, I said. this is us.
is? tured vaguely at our surroundings, tside, all of ly of our current condition. t. t. Not even t is t. Not for us.
Fuck t, said Jess. And Im not sorry, Maureen.
t, I o tell you about somet suicide. Do you remember? Any ts ninety days.
guy? JJ asked.
t guy.
ts a job? Everythings a job.
So w? said Jess.
So y days.
And y days? Not… t. things change.
t arrangement of stuff t made you ts got sed around somes like a sort of real-life version of astrology.
Noto cill going to be telly een-year-old and to prison. No one t.
Yes. ell. Im sure ty days t apply in my case, I said. If t makes you happier.
ont ce a lot.
My point, any end our deadline again. Because… ell, I dont kno you lot. But I realized t Im not, you knoo go solo just yet. Its funny, because I dont actually like any of you very muc you seem to be, I dont know… I need.
You know imes you know you sing more cabbage?
Or drinking more er? Its like t.
t, ed as a declaration of reluctant solidarity.
toucy days up? Marc.
ts a bit of a coincidence, isnt it? said Jess. Exactly ths.
s your point? ell. Its not scientific, is it? , and eig days ific, yeah.
No, I get it, said JJ. t righs is like a season.
Very muchs in a year.
So er togets coo