Todd and sandy had been friends for just a few weeks, and Sandy knew they were about to say goodbye to each other. This thing between them was an episode taking place on a small screen. A mini-flick, as Todd would say, a scenario, a sketch. One million words had flown by, but nothing had been promised or declared, and Sandy could sense the way she and Todd were using each other up minute by minute, one talky voice drinking the other dry.
Both of them loved to talk-or, more accurately, they felt compelled to talk. A hyperverbal compulsion was…
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