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I said. “Understood.”

I said. “I know.”

the man said. “What are you saying? Found out?” ---

“Which was what?” “Go live life – and write the fuckin’ article.” “That’s what I’m doing. Well… except for the writing part.” “Yeah, I know. But I have a collorary… corror…” “Corollary?” “Yeah, that’s it,” she said, and pointed at me like I’d said the magic word. “Little fucker’s hard to say when you’re drunk… coro…lary…” “Which is…?” I said impatiently.

I said. She was quiet. She said it back to herself. "Bridge holder," she said. The word finding its home. The way words found their homes in people who had needed them without knowing they needed them — suddenly, completely, with the specific recognition of something that had always been true and was now finally sayable. She said: "Yes." She said: "That is exactly what I am." "Yes," I said. She looked at the founding ground. She said: "What do you need from me."

I said softly. "Dig."

He growled at me as he leaned forward. “Words of wisdom coming from a man who use to slept with a different girl every night.” I said rolling my eyes. “Key word: ‘used to'” he said grinning while he used air quotations to emphasize his point. “Alice is different. She`s incredible, amazing.” He said still smiling from ear to ear.

“There’s no other word for that.” I waited for his reply because it lingered for a moment. I patiently waited for his response in silence. Maybe he was just doing something. “It does have.” I looked up, searching for a word that could be used as another term but I couldn’t think of any word. I read the word again on my screen. “Sending you messages.” I really couldn’t find a word that can be connected or can be related to his phrase. I surrendered and formed a question. “Does it have any other term?” I sent my message, still wondering.

he said “I swear it.”

It was something else, “Oh my.” I said out loud, reading the words on it.