Let me take you outside for this next part, Carol. You know the night creatures? The ones that come out at night, and move around at night, and do stuff, in places, at night? They were there. I'm not sure if they were ghosts or raccoons or bums or what, but they were beautiful. Carol, you're starting to look bored. Can you just stay with me on this? This is poetry here.
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Night creatures,
night creat-ures,
movin' through the da-ark.
Night creatures,
night creat-ures,
movin' through the da-ark.
(All the fawns sing now)
Night creatures move through the dark? Who knew???
I think that the full extent of Jack's mental illness is starting to hit Carol. That's not boredom on her face, it's the dawning realization that she is not destined for Jack. Only the night creatures can have Jack.......
"Clear as a call. It was Siri! Something had jiggled in my rucksack and hit the button on the ol' iPhone. She wanted to know if I wanted directions home."
Then I heard it...bleat bleat...
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