The Final Cut
“No, of course we weren’t, well . . . maybe we were, but it wasn’t going to be y’know—tacky or anything.”
“Oh really, so how was it going to be?”
“You know, edgy, exciting, hardcore. It’s not like anyone she knew was going to see it.”
“What if I’d seen it, or another member of my family? How do you think we’d have felt?”
“Why would you see it? Are you into Indie Horror?”
“Does that matter?”
Jimmy dropped his head and stared at the rug beneath his feet, filled with worse self-loathing than he’d felt over Jennie. “No, I guess it doesn’t.”
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