pepsi lover

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Jules woke up from a nightmare, gasping for air.

"I was frozen--I looked down and my body had turned to stone. I was a sculpture in somebody's fucking garden. I screamed out, 'Somebody save me, I'm not real! I'm already dead!' "

I didn't know what to say so I ran to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. When I came back, Jules was sitting up and smoking a cigarette.

"What's that?" she said.

"It's water," I said, holding out the glass.

"Water! You know I never drink any of that. It comes out of the sky."

She ashed in the glazed ceramic ashtray on the nightstand, the one with the mountain of white butts piled-up like lies.

"Sweetheart," she said. "What I really need is a Pepsi."