(Young woman speaking to herself and sitting in front of a large mirror leaning against the wall.)
Red: No, Blue. No, you may not have it.
Blue: Why not? I'm not going to do anything anyway...
Red: Not? Going to do anything? 'Pining over it' would probably be classified under 'doing anything'.
Blue: In which alienable book would that be in?
Red: None of mine, obviously.
Blue: Even if it were, you wouldn't say it. It would thus be alienable and therefore... Mine.
Red: Technically if it's mine it would be yours as well, and by no means of acquisition...
Blue: Touché and I may so have what I want.
Red: Wrong, again. You may not.
Blue: I don't understand you.
Red: You don't understand you, can you be expected to understand anyone else?
Blue: I take offence to that.
Red: Funny since you're on the fence with everything else.
Blue: That's not what I meant but since you brought it up, you have a zit under your nose.
Red: Well aware, thank you. It's about to be more pronounced. I'll give it a few days.
Blue: If it were about to be more pronounced shouldn't you at least give it a few more vowels?
Red: Ha, I forget that you're a comedienne.
Blue: Much obliged.
*silence for 2 minutes*
Blue: What should I do?
Red: About it? Nothing.
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