Que Sera Sera


I am at the computer. Nick is lying on the bed. Neither of us have spoken for about fifteen minutes.

Nick: Someone should seriously go ahead and just put Fergie out of her misery.
Me: I… what?
Nick: They should either chop wood on her face, or just chop her head off altogether. Or kill her. Just kill her.
Me: Wh… are you reading my magazine from the plane?
Nick: Who is Kate Gosselin?

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