A. You're not concentrating. This offends me.
B. Yeah, I'm sorry, ton. I lost Lucy. I just think it's a shame because I've come to rely on her for everything. And I trust her completely, and she's funny. Not deliberately, of course.
A. Hey, you know, it's probably for the best though.
B. Oh, yeah? Why is that?
A. Two things I know is chess and women. Chess, it has rules, pieces, rooks, knights, bishops. They move in predictable patterns. Someday wins, somebody loses. But, women, they don't have no rules, man. They move in unpredictable ways too. Nobody ever wins or loses when it comes to women. You talk about your feelings until your breath is sucked out your body. All men are pawns when it comes to women. Especially a smart one like Lucy. She's hard to control. And you know, the man has got to be in controls. Like with me. I come home. When I walk in, I know my mama has dinner on the table.
B. All right, so you're still living at home?
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