We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch. We broke up over a couch is what was said to the wall, between lip smacks, for the last time.
“Summer, uh, Ha?”
“Here.”
“We’re ready for you,” said the casting director’s assistant who held a clipboard and red ink marker to cross out the name above hers. Someone named Katie Yoon was not getting the callback.
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“Whenever you’re ready.”
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