What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest.
'What do you do?'
'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?'
'Why not?'
She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams.
'Because... I don't know,' she sighs.
I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

Author: Bret Easton Ellis

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest.<br />'What do you do?'<br />'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?'<br />'Why not?'<br />She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams.<br />'Because... I don't know,' she sighs.<br />I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest. - Bret Easton Ellis

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