(The camera started up to focus on a small collection of shampoo and conditioner on a desk)
“This shit is expensive,” Mallory observed as she picked up one of the bottles, not even reacting when the door slammed open and Alois, sans his shirt, stalked in.
“Give me back my shampoo,” he growled at her.
“Why the fuck do you pay so much for it?”
“It’s a small price to pay for self esteem.”
“That’s kinda sad.”
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