I doubt it’s in my house, s-since I was reading it half an ho-hour ago.
I don’t really know what to tell you then. It might’ve fallen out or something, but if it’s not in your house, then I can only suggest checking wherever you’ve been today. Sometimes I’ll think I put something away, but I never actually did.
T-That’s what I was thinking. Where is the q-question.
I would check around your house. It’s probably your best bet.
I, uh, I was reading in the café down the street…but I remember putting it in my bag. It’s not likely to have fa-fallen or anything.
Maybe you took it out without remembering it.
No worries, I will do it. I wasn’t asking for your approval.
I know. I assumed as much. I was just saying that so you’d know I don’t really care if you do it or not.
Stoner Sunday, anyone?
I’ll pass. Thanks for the offer. If you like it, then do it, though.
I think I lost my book…
Where did you last see it?
I hate when I start craving something really sweet.
Me too. I usually end up eating it anyways, if I can get my hands on it.
Oh no I wasn’t trying to insult you in anyway. Sorry if it seemed like I was. Looks like it. It’s always my pleasure,
I know. I’m joking. So what brought you to New York, Blake?