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JEANNE: No, Monica! Too many times, I’ve just been like “hell, could be worse.” I take too much from people: from my mother, my husband, my god-forsaken children. 

He said please come down—a story and another building away. 

I was scared, but still, he wanted me.

He said he's been waiting almost a year for me.

I knew I could get caught, but still, he wanted me.

I could not live forever. 

There is a point where one stops living, and either dies or waits to die.

Immortality has been a terror for me since I could read. 

     Sarah made grunting noises as we passed the deli, I asked her why, yet she didn't answer me. It’s almost as if we’re tense every time we walk downtown. 

Characters: 

Adrienne, high-school student, best friend of August, female, 15-17

August, high-school student, best friend of Adrienne, male, 15-17

 There is a theatre game, commonly played among high school students; as I know it, it is called "Honey, I love you, but I can't smile," which, the object of the game is to go around in a circle of peers and say something along the lines of "