He looked up.
"Well?" she whispered.
"There are men out there. Men with ambitions, great ones. I have no ambitions."
"You have that paper cutout of Will Smith's face."
"I cut out the eyes. Stuck thumb tacks in his ears. Thought it would remind me of someone."
"Did it?"
"You tell me."
A grapefruit spoon suddenly manifested itself in his hand.
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