love story.
"We can't see each other anymore. Not like this."
"Why? Does your wife know?"
"No. But I think she suspects. She says I've been acting 'differently' lately. 'Distracted.'"
"I see. Did I do something wrong?"
"No. It's not you. You've been great. But I have to break things off... Sooner, rather than later."
"Oh well. We both knew it would end someday."
"I'll always love you, Vicodin."
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"Why can't you do it?
Why can't you set your monkey free?
Always giving into it -
Do you love your monkey or do you love me?"
That's actually pretty close to how the conversation went.
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