Tin Speaker

In the elevator this afternoon a young man offered roles in a zombie film to me and to a young woman who was also in the elevator. The young woman asked whether the job paid. The answer was no, the recompense would be the satisfaction of being on a DVD. I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no. The young man, however, seemed less interested in me than in the young lady, and as we exited the elevator I turned one way and they the other, and he continued his impassioned entreatments, feverishly pitching his discomfited victim.

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