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076 :: Saturdays
You can keep your clothes on today. (Peter)
Naomi opened her Skroll. She looked confused.
We do not work on Saturdays. When we are not working we can wear what we want. You can be naked if you want. Up to you. I am going to make us a sandwich. (Peter)
Naomi lay on the bed. She opened her Skroll. She played her game. She used her three lives. She failed each time. She scrolled. She searched. Party in London. Clubs. Pubs. Private parties. Hotels. She searched for cheap clothes. She found lists. She could not afford anything. She scrolled back through her day. The cafe. She tapped on Janet. The pretty blond. She flicked through her photos. She wore stylish clothes. Stylish but cheap. She tapped Efrid. She had some photos with Peter. Might be Peter’s girlfriend. She tapped Srpri. Nothing tagged. Nothing highlighted. Lots of minidocs of wandering the streets. She shops. Entering a house. Maybe his house. A small room. No effects. No editing. It is strange looking at someone's raw footage. She tapped on Triv. Triv sent her a nudge. She nudged him back. He popped on screen. She tapped th sorry not right now symbol. She closed her Skroll.
Peter came into the room. Two sandwiches. Cheese on rye bread with onion relish. She took the cheese of her sandwich.
Sorry. (Peter)
They ate in silence. Peter took the plates away. Naomi lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.
