It'll take as long as it takes.

That's what you said the first night I slept over.

I don't recall hearing any complaints.

No, but seriously, how much longer?

I'm making art.

Good art takes as long as I can hold my ladder.

Just a few more minutes.

I'm almost finished sculpting your nose. The new one or the old one.

Never mind.

Surrise me.

Did you ever think when we met at that gallery show we'd be together for four years?

I definitely didn't think I'd be pissing myself in front of you while you made

a sculpture of us. Don't you ever think our lives are too good? Speak for yourself. I've got a boyfriend who's allergic to wheat and dairy.

I'm serious. I've been on the young and hungry list. The new faces on the art scene list and the hottest

turtle like in Greenwich Village list.

You beat out so many stage managers?

I was so proud!

And you rose all the way up the ranks to head curator at the Whitney.

Plus my parents are together and supportive.

And I couldn't be in better health.

Want to see me do 50 push-ups?

I want you to finish the sculpture so I can go to the bathroom and go home.

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