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He pulled out his knife, extracted the blade and scratched his head with it.
“That was just unnecessary. Show off, with your blade,” she said. She continued reading a Dummies book on Home Decorating. “How can they even talk about color and the color wheel when there’s not a single page in this book in color?”
“The cover’s in color,” he said. He took the blade out again and cleaned out his fingernails with it. Outside the wind was stagnant and lazy, and the sun flowed warm and thick through dark rain clouds that had yet to do anything.
He looked over at her and she had fallen asleep on a page about Decorating Basics. Her arm twitched and she woke.
“It’s boring me to tears,” she said, and tossed the book to the ground. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he said, still typing away at the computer.
“You’re doing something. Applying for a credit card?” She rolled on the bed and stuffed a pillow under her head, and then another under her belly.
“I’ll read it to you in a second,” he said. “It’s an experiment.”
The rain still waited for the right moment to come down.