Fucking talk?

"Coming over?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure"

Great. So you come over. Late. Way fucking late. So we chat. And fucking chat. And fucking chat.

Inane shit too. That's not what you're here for - soaking up my time with inane shit. Substantial shit always wlecome, but inane shit? Fuck off with that. I think the pretence I came up with for you to fuck off was welcome by us both. Fuck.