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Start: Adam: …not a big ‘modern art� crowd, I guess, huh? Evelyn: Hey. Glad you stopped by. Adam: Yeah, well, I didn’t really have anything to do…plus, I can’t show my face in the streets, so it seemed logical. Evelyn: Look, Adam� Adam: Please don’t ‘look, Adam� me now, okay, or I might not make it through this�

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End: Evelyn: In your bed, one night, when you leaned over and whispered in my ear…remember? Adam: ‘course. I remember everything about us. Evelyn: And I whispered back to you, I said� Adam: I remember Evelyn: I meant that. I did. Adam: Yeah? Evelyn: Yes. Adam: Oh.

Neil LaBute, The Shape of Things, Faber and Faber, 2001, pp. 123-137.