Page 115 of Love ad Lib

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Lucas: There she is!

Libby: I can’t talk now. There’s too much going on.

Lucas: When you back? Today?

Libby: No, tomorrow.

Lucas: Dinner?

Lucas: Tomorrow night?

Lucas: I could murder one of your curries.

Libby: Not possible. I no longer have a place to live.

Lucas: What happened with Claire’s place?

Libby: Nothing.

Lucas: Then we’re golden. I haven’t seen Claire in ages. And I can meet the baby.

Libby: No. They’re exhausted.

Libby: I need my money back.

Libby: I have nothing left.

Lucas: What about the five grand from this job?

Libby: Half has already gone on my debts.

Lucas: Well, you’ve still got two and half left?

Libby: I’m not taking it.

Lucas: Why the fuck not?

Libby: Henry’s already paid me more than enough.

Lucas: Seriously, Lib-Lob? He’s fucking loaded.

Libby: He’s not.

Lucas: You’re so naive, babe. He’s taking advantage of you.

Libby: No, he’s not.

Lucas: It’s just more upper-class bullshit. Give me his number and I’ll speak to him.

Lucas: Where is he now?

Libby: He just popped into the village.

Lucas: Give me his number, Lib-Lob.

Libby: NO! Lucas, it’s fine. Henry and his family are nice.

Lucas: Nice? They’re nobs AND nutters.

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