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MARK No. Thank you. COBEL I grew them myself. I insist. Mark takes the pickle. Awkwardly, he takes a bite. Pause. MARK What was his name? COBEL Mister. MARK That’s a funny name for a cat. COBEL Well. I suppose I’m funny. Each takes another bite of pickle. MARK I’m Mark. COBEL Harmony Cobel. MARK Pleasure. COBEL It’s of interest to me, Mark, that
you drove away. You seem more courteous than that. Were you afraid? MARK I guess. COBEL Yet you had the courage to come back, knowing our disdain for you would be compounded by the initial act of cowardice. MARK Well, it seemed right. COBEL And how did the actual slaying feel?
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