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April 2, 2019, 12:47 a.m.
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- Eliot waved his arms, nearly spilling the sparkling water. He said, “I don’t have bad sex, okay? I’m not built like that.” That was a lie, the ghosts in his happy place knew how much that was a lie. What he meant was that he didn’t have bad sex with Quentin. They never had, it was like a law of nature or something. Except tonight was apparently going to break a 53-year record, goddammit.
“Well, you certainly had bad something,” Margo said.
Or: look, everybody hits a slump sometimes, okay?
