Thursday, November 10, 2005

A little conversation

Jack
Matt



I have the file...
but I don't need it anymore.
It's been taken care of.
You know. It never happened.
But it did happen. Right?
Right.
So, now what?
I'm going to dinner with my wife...
her parents.
And this weekend, I'm gonna go look at a boat.
And then on Monday, I'm gonna come back in here and go to work.
And then...
magically this whole...
incredible day just somehow...
becomes a memory.
It's like you go to the beach.
You go down to the water.
It's a little cold.
You're not sure if you wanna go in.
There's a pretty girlstanding next to you.
She doesn't wanna go in either.
She sees you.
And you know...
if you just asked her
her name...
you would leave with her.
Forget your life,
whoever you came with...
and leave the beach with her.
And after that day...
you remember her.
Not every day, every week.
She comes back to you.
It's the memory...
of another life...
you could've had.
Today is that girl.
I'm sorry about what I did.
Me too.
You brought the file back.

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