"We've always got more recyclables sitting out there than actual trash."

"Well, that's a good thing, right?"

"Except it's all beer bottles...it's kind of embarrassing."

"Maybe not."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's just embarrassing to you."

"No. Christ. I'm sure the whole street notices. And what's up with your face? When do you think the last time was it saw a razor?"

"God. Who cares, C?"

"I do. And people notice. You think you aren't freaking out the neighbors? Jenny was telling Linda how she saw you throwing the tennis ball with Honey in the back yard the other day."

"Yeah, so?"

"All you had on was boots, Mike."

"What do you mean?"

"It was 25 degrees and she said all you had on were boots, underwear, and a hat."

"I needed to clear my head."

"I think it's a symptom of all the beer bottles."

"Maybe. You know—maybe she was a symptom of you."

"...You didn't need to go there. You really didn't. Jesus, Mike"

"I'm sorry."

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