Sam smiled at Vanessa. They were finally home.
"We're finally home," he said, unaware that a narrative voice had already explained the situation. He couldn't have been talking to Vanessa; she had her headphones on. Sam had been stating the exposition of the story for some time now, in a vain effort to add some profundity to a journey that had turned out to be quite hackneyed. Vanessa was growing quite tired of him.
As Sam's weary legs brought him to the threshold of the apartment building, he stopped himself. What, really, was home?
"What, really, is home?" Sam asked Vanessa. His act had even begun to grow thin with the narrator.
"What do you mean?" asked Vanessa, lifting her headphones up for a brief moment.
"I mean, we have been gone for seven months now, and this just doesn't feel right."
"You're right," said Vanessa. "That's because you live across the street."
Home, sweet home.
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i am beginning to agree with megan here. sam isn't just on drugs, though. he also has split personalities. split simultaneous personalities.
i would like to note here, for no immediately apparent reason, that i was the first person to use the "schm-" initial consonant replacement for friends/relatives' significant others. i remember it very clearly. i said to robostein, who was complaining of his sleepiness, "does the reason rhyme with schmamais?"
this was a while ago. since then it seems that the "schm-" has found its way to many other people's vocabularies, including that of jesse andrews.
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