Edie was filing the tips of her fingernails into perfect curves.
"I think Black Francis would rape me," she said, pausing to study the nail on her index finger.
Kelly chewed her mouthful of apple slowly and swallowed it. "Why is that?" she finally asked.
"Well," Edie said, resuming her work, "I think I would be like 'oh cool, Black Francis, you're so edgy, yeah, let's totally fuck' and then we'd start fucking but he'd get really intense, I think, and then I'd be scared and I wouldn't want it anymore but he'd keep going and yeah, that's rape, I guess."
She emitted a blasé sniff, and the accused screamed wildly from her boom box. Kelly examined the speakers as if to look at his face, frowning with concentration.
"Is he hot?" she asked, biting into her apple.
"No," Edie said.
"Hmm," Kelly said.
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