Patty Page has wet Dreams

Did you get a chance to read something?

Yeah, that's right. I don't know what's happening to me.

It's like something broke inside me. I can't write anymore.

Well, maybe you're tired, you need a few days off, huh?

And we'll talk when he gets back.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I'll call you back in a week.

I'll call the agency and pack up. - Let's hope it's done. - I'll talk to you soon.

Is something wrong, Mac?

And that I can't write. - The new book.

I miss the ideas. The terms of the delivery are approaching.

I didn't write anything. - You're not worried.

Forget it. - You'll make it this time.

To find inspiration. Are you that optimistic?

Sure. You're probably just tired and stressed out. You need to rest.

That's what my editor says. - That helps you relax.

You don't mind?

You don't know I'll miss you, but if you think it's necessary.

Have you decided where you're going?

Where exactly are you going?

In Hungary, in Budapest.

But not so much. - I used to dream of a trip like this.

Can't you reschedule?

Will we go together someday?

All right, you're always on your own. - That's enough, I've made up my mind.

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