Sorta the Brushoff
“C'mon Cindy, you don't really mean that.”
“The heck I don't”
“Open the gate.”
“Nah.”
“Aw. Then gimme a kiss between the bars.”
“Nah.”
“Whatta you so pissed about?”
“I'm not ... Wait, this is my fave song on the mix.”
“Gimme wunna the buds.”
“Sssshhh!”
“But,”
“Sssshhh! ... ... ... ...”
“That was harsh.”
“Hey, I wanted to hear it in both ears.”
“Why ya bein' so rotten?”
“I'm not.”
“What'd I do?”
“Nothin'. Really nothin'. Y'know, I just sorta get tired of you all
the time.”
“Shit, that's harsh.”
“Hey, it's where I am right now.”
“Well, how about tonight?”
“Naaah. Look, I really just sorta don't wanna see you any more. For
now.”
“Crap. Well, see ya later.”
“Sure, whatever.”