[how can girls be that sad, kavinsky wonders briefly. it's not exactly compassion. it's mostly that he's known a lot of girls, gave them a lot of pills, nearly lit them on fire in sheer indifference once or twice. he knew something drove them to be the way they were with him, and he might have supposed there was some kind of weakness and vulnerability to it. he's a shark; he's good at sensing that stuff. but he hadn't thought about how very sad. he hadn't cared.]
If I just said 'it's not bad' you wouldn't believe me, babe, [he tells her, with perfect certainty. he turns off the ignition and the car falls quiet. he also pushes the door open with an audible clunk, and then gives her a look.] In one ear, out the fuckin' other.
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If I just said 'it's not bad' you wouldn't believe me, babe, [he tells her, with perfect certainty. he turns off the ignition and the car falls quiet. he also pushes the door open with an audible clunk, and then gives her a look.] In one ear, out the fuckin' other.