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“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and thee next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“I think you should go," I say.
She's silent for a minute. Then she turns around and says, "He used to say that to me, too." She wipes a tear from her eye. "Thanks," she mutters and begins to leave.
"Hey," I tell her.
She's not listening. I hear her crying and she's packing her clothes.
I run upstairs to my room.
"Hey," I say.
She's really upset and she's not even looking at me.
God, I'm such a piece of work.
God, I'm such a piece of shit.
"I'll marry you," I whisper.
God, I swear I mean it.
She stops what she's doing and looks at me. She shakes her head.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and the next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“Yeah. It's a metaphor. Jess and I are partners.' I point across the bay at nearby San Francisco. 'Look at that city,' I say. 'That's society. It's Out There. I this its own illusions, its own abilities, its own tasks. We used to be a part of it. Oh, we are, in some way, but now we are something else. We are a distinct culture, a separate island. To get to Us, you have to swim across a bay in cold ocean waters. By the time you get here, you would have come to respect the ocean and the waters and the waves—and the beaches of this island would remind you of how great it is to be on land, to be in the presence of a great, married couple.'
Jack laughs. 'Now you really are a megalomaniac. A true idealist.'
'I don't know, Jack,' I say. 'I think marriage is sacred.'
'I can tell.' He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He blows smoke around and then looks at me. 'You want one?' he asks. 'This one's not a metaphor.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack

“I kind of feel like making love to you,' she says. 'I mean i want to make up for all of that lost time.' She runs her fingers down my chest all sexy and shit.
I chuckle. 'There's no such thing as lost time, Jess. The only thing that is real is the present. Now is all we have—and even now is almost over.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, The Hack