Out of Nothing At All

AT RISE:

ED stuffs envelopes. CHRISTOPHE enters.

CHRISTOPHE:
Heya, Ed.

ED:
Christophe.

CHRISTOPHE:
Enough idle banter! What's with the envelopes?

ED:
I'm getting a mailing ready.

CHRISTOPHE:
For what, charity?

ED:
No, just to say "hi".

CHRISTOPHE:
Ah, old friends.

ED:
Nope. Strangers. Picked their names randomly out of the phone book.

CHRISTOPHE:
I see.

ED:
Do you?

CHRISTOPHE:
No.

ED:
Ah.

CHRISTOPHE:
Is this some kind of sex thing? Like mailing them all photos of your butt.

ED:
Nope.

CHRISTOPHE:
Some kind of ironic counterpoint to the digitilization of communication?

ED:
Not really.

CHRISTOPHE:
Are you actually going to give me any sort of explanation for this?

ED:
Probably not.

CHRISTOPHE:
Okay.

Christophe sits down.

CHRISTOPHE:
Just saying hi?

ED:
Just saying hi.

Christope appraises Ed for a moment, then starts stuffing envelopes. Ed gives a small smile.

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