«Stefanie squints out the window, then at me. She says: I think I’m late.
What for?
Late.
Oh. You mean – oh!
We stop at several drugstores, buy every kind of pregnancy test on the shelves, then hole up at the Hotel Bel-Air. Stefanie goes into the bathroom, and when she comes out her expression is unreadable. She hands me the stick.
Blue.
What does blue mean?
I think it means – you know.
A boy?»
Open, Andre Agassi
terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2011
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