Resplendent

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[LOBO]

Phoebe knocked for like two hours before she figured out that the door was unlocked. And there I was, in all my slothful, indolent glory.

“You have to get up,” she says flatly.

“Why?” I says.

Then there’s this big awkward pause.

“Because it’s not healthy,” she says finally. “You’re wasting away.”

“Wasting away with Hi-Def,” I says. “Now would you please go away? You’re blocking the screen.”

“What are you watching?”

“’Nympho Space Accountants From Sector 6’. It’s a sequel to the timeless classic ‘Horny Babe Outlaws From Sector 5’.” I turn it down with the remote, sighing, “but this one is just riddled with plot holes.”

Moving my bag of Cheetos, she sits at the corner of the bed. “LOBO, we’ve know each other a long time. Fess up. Did Sapphire break your heart?”

“My what?”

"Did Sapphire and Edward, you know, break your heart? It's hard seeing you like this."

I happen to glance at her, and suddenly realize she being sincere.

I press pause on the television. "Look", I says, trying to be comforting. "They do heart transplants all the time. It's like getting stitches now. And I like this one. This little thing has carried me a long way already--"

It was at that moment, in a moment of macho bravado, I thumped my chest.

But instead of the solid resonant thud we expected, there was a soft, sharp crack.

"Fuck!" I says, scowling.

"What was that?" asks Phoebe.

"Well, I'm hoping I just broke my breastbone."

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