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DAVID walks in after months of absence. He acts as if no time has passed. CLARENCE waits for him to say something.
CLARENCE: —
DAVID: (smiles)
CLARENCE: —
DAVID: (nods)
CLARENCE: …Hi - ?
DAVID: Hi. Good morning.
CLARENCE: —
DAVID: How’s it going?
CLARENCE: Good. Uh— Where ya been?
DAVID: What?
CLARENCE: Where ya been, bro?
DAVID: What do you mean? I’ve been-
CLARENCE: Gone. Missing. N/A. Poof.
DAVID: No-
CLARENCE: Yeah. For like- months.
DAVID: Not months.
CLARENCE: Literally months.
DAVID: Oh. Yeah. Huh.
DAVID goes on as usual.
CLARENCE: Where were you?
DAVID: Taking a fucking break, Clarence! Is that okay with you?!
CLARENCE: Oh shit-
DAVID: Or no? It’s not okay for me to take a little breakkkkkkkkkk sometimes, Clarence?
CLARENCE: No, it’s chill - it’s chill. I’m sorry, I was just- Sorry.
DAVID: No worries. I’m all good. Just needed a break.
CLARENCE: —
DAVID: You know. Actually.
CLARENCE: What?
DAVID: I don’t know.
DAVID stands slowly, looks around, and smiles. He lights a match. He drops the lit match onto his desk and watches flames take it over. He exits.
CLARENCE lights a cigarette in the flames and follows DAVID.
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