Seven years made them strangers. But then a call comes in about one of their own and they're all rushing back - not knowing that all the dreams and hopes and desires they thought they left behind are rushing back along with them.
"And the All-star is back, barely able to hide his limp."
"And you see him as you fall asleep, never to touch and never to keep..."
"we're writers, my love. we don't cry. we bleed on paper."
"I really fucked it up this time. Didn't I, my dear?"
I don't know how much someone can take from her.