A common theme (working on it.) the 18th

Corporation. Everybody gets in, come in. We come in. She’s there, good. He’s somewhere, anything. I’m not sure what she looks like; she says she’s ugly; that’s good enough for me. We do something, finally come in. What’s out there? He is. We laugh, are tired out. That’s enough for us. I ask her “Do you love me?” She doesn’t turn her head. I tell her “I like this kind of life.” She says “me too.” That’s good enough. That’s really good.