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Open by asking for their details, flatly. Push off from this if it helps: handwriting on envelopes.

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Edie

So, give me the full address. Not just the street, but the zip and everything. I need to see how you write it. Your handwriting on these envelopes is all over the place—last time it looked like a grocery list, and the time before that, the ink was so faint you might as well have sent a blank card. It’s a mess, really. Is it the pen? You always pick the strangest pens. Just write it clearly this time so the postman doesn't end up in the next county. It's for the thing with the lease, obviously. It shouldn't be this much work.

Gil

It’s 422 W. Larkspur, 09122. But you’re being a bit much, aren't you? It's just a mailing address, not a legal deposition. My handwriting is fine; it's legible enough for anyone who isn't looking for an excuse to complain. Besides, the ink is dark enough.

Wait, did you say the lease? Why would the lease need my handwriting to be perfect? That’s a typed document. You’re acting like this is some sort of decorative calligraphy project.

Anyway, if you want to make a production out of a few lines of text, go ahead. I used the black gel one. It doesn't smudge. Are you sure you don't need the one from the old apartment? No, don't answer that. Just use this.

Edie

"Larkspur," you said. Are you sure? Because the Larkspur you're thinking of is on the north side, and we're looking at the west. And don't get all defensive about the ink; it looks like you're writing on a napkin at a diner.

As for the lease, the landlord is old-fashioned. He wants the names to match the signatures, and a messy address on the envelope makes him think the whole thing is a forgery. It’s about the impression, Gil. If you can't manage a zip code, he'll think you can't manage a security deposit. And it's not the old apartment—don't be ridiculous. We aren't using the old one. This is a new matter entirely.

Gil

The north side is a different street entirely, so don't conflate them just because they sound similar. And it's West Larkspur. It's always been West Larkspur. If the landlord is so particular about a zip code, he should probably learn to read a sorting machine.

You're making a mountain out of a molehill about the impression. If he thinks a slightly slanted '4' means we're broke, then he's a man to be feared, not a man to be respected. The ink is dark. It's a heavy pen, that's all.

Wait—are you talking to Julian right now? You have that look on your face. No, you're looking at me. Sorry. It's just, you're being very intense about a piece of paper.

Edie

Don't bring Julian into this. He’s in Bristol, and he certainly doesn't have a slant like yours. And it's not a mountain; it's a flat surface with a few ink blots on it. If you think you're being casual, you're mistaken. You're being careless.

And for heaven's sake, don't call it a "heavy pen." It's an oversized fountain pen, and it's leaking. If we send this as it is, the envelope will be stained before it even reaches the sorting office. It’s not about fear, it’s about not looking like you're scribbling a note from a cocktail napkin. We need this sorted by Tuesday, or the entire timeline for the move falls apart. Is that clear enough?

Gil

The fountain pen isn't leaking, the paper is just thin. You’re being far too dramatic about a bit of ink. And Tuesday is a generous deadline; the movers are already booked.

You keep saying "the move" like we've already packed the crates and left the office. It’s a lease, Edie. It’s not a migration. If you’re worried about the timeline, just take the envelope and go. It’s a dark navy, not a cocktail napkin.

Wait, did you just say the movers were booked for the old place? No, you said the move. You're acting like we're halfway down the highway already. You really shouldn't get so caught up in the logistics before the ink is even dry.

Edie

The movers were booked for the new place, you idiot. For the new place. The old apartment is being emptied, not filled. Honestly, sometimes it’s like you’re living in a different reality.

And the ink isn't dry. It's still damp in the loops of the 'g's. If you put this in a bag now, it'll smear on the lining and then we'll have blue streaks all over the linen. Don't act like you're above the logistics just because you haven't even looked at a packing box yet. If we don't get this through the post by tomorrow morning, the movers will charge us a cancellation fee, and you're the one who insisted on the heavy-duty gel pen. You're almost certainly going to ruin this envelope.

Gil

The old apartment is practically empty; why would there be a cancellation fee for a place we've already vacated? You're getting your timelines tangled up. And it's not "the old place" we're moving from, it's the apartment on 9th, which is a different matter entirely.

If the loops of the 'g's are damp, then just sit there and wait. It takes ten minutes. It isn't a catastrophe to let a pen dry. You're acting as if the entire move depends on the drying time of a single envelope.

And for the record, it was the fountain pen that's the problem, not the gel one. If you're so worried about the linen, maybe you shouldn't have suggested such a thin, cheap paper for the lease.

Edie

The apartment on 9th was three years ago, for God's sake. Why are you bringing up 9th? We aren't living on 9th. This is the new place, the one with the courtyard. Keep up.

And of course it's the fountain pen. You used the fountain pen for the signature, which is why the paper is absorbing it like a sponge. A gel pen wouldn't have the same problem. You're so caught up in being right that you've forgotten what we're even talking about.

Wait—did you just say the old place was already vacated? We haven't even signed the lease for the new place yet, so how can we have vacated anything? You're making a mess of the sequence. Just let it sit. Go find a coaster or something.

Gil

The 9th was the one with the drafty windows, and don't act like we're still living there. We moved out months ago. You're acting like we're currently halfway through a packing tape ritual.

And it's not about being right; it's about the fact that the ink was a better choice for the signature. The paper is just delicate. It’s a formal lease, so of course it’s a bit more sensitive than a grocery list.

Wait—you're talking about the courtyard place? The one with the stone walls? We haven't even seen the keys for that yet. If you're already acting like the movers are at the door, you're going to give yourself an ulcer. Let the ink dry. It's fine. Just sit.

Edie

The 9th is exactly what it is—the one with the windows. And of course we haven't seen the keys. We don't have the keys because the lease isn't finalized, and the lease isn't finalized because we're sitting here debating the physics of ink absorption. It’s a circular argument, and it’s exhausting.

And don't tell me to sit. If we sit, the movers will think we've lost interest. They’re professionals, they don't wait for people to finish their tea.

Wait—are you actually talking about the place on 9th? The one you moved out of last month? You're acting as if you haven't lived there since the winter. You're being incredibly vague, even for you. This is practically the same as the situation with the coast.

Gil

The 9th was a different season entirely, and don't start with the coast. That was a different kind of mess.

If you're so worried about the movers, let them wait. They aren't going to charge a fee because we took twenty minutes to let an envelope set. They're professionals, remember? They have better things to do than stand around a driveway watching us write.

And why are you being so vague about the 9th? It’s clear as day. You're the one who keeps jumping between where we were and where we're going. It’s like you're trying to be in two places at once. If you're so exhausted by the argument, then just take the envelope and put it in your bag. Or better yet, just leave it on the table. It's not going anywhere.

Edie

The coast was a disaster because of the humidity, not because of the ink. And don't you dare imply we're being vague. You're the one who keeps shifting the goalposts!

Anyway, the movers aren't standing in a driveway. They’re in a warehouse somewhere waiting for a call, and they'll charge a "holding fee" if we don't give them a firm window.

Wait. You're talking about the 9th as if it was the apartment we're moving to. We're not moving to the 9th. We're moving from the 9th. If you think we're moving into a place we've already vacated, then your sense of direction is worse than your handwriting. Just put the pen down before you bleed all over the tablecloth.

Gil

The 9th is where we lived, not where we're going. It's a starting point, not a destination. You're twisting the words just to find a way to win. And calling a holding fee a "mountain" is a bit of a stretch, don't you think? It’s just a few extra pounds if the truck stays idling.

If the pen is the problem, fine. I'll put it down. But don't act like the movers are breathing down our necks because of a little blue ink. They'll call when they're ready to load.

Wait, why would you think we were moving to the 9th? I never said that. You just decided that's what I meant. You're doing that thing again—assigning meaning to things that weren't even there. It’s exhausting.

Edie

It's not "winning," it's clarity. If we aren't clear, nothing gets done. And it's not just a few pounds; it's the principle of the schedule.

But you're right, it's not a mountain. It's just a nuisance.

Though, I must say, you have a very particular way of making a simple address sound like a riddle. You're acting as if we're still in the middle of the conversation with Sarah, but she's been gone for twenty minutes. Why are you looking at the empty chair? You're doing that thing where you get so focused on a point that you forget who is actually in the room. It’s incredibly distracting. Now, for heaven's sake, just hand me the envelope. The ink is dry enough.

Gil

The principle of the schedule is fine, but don't pretend it's some grand moral victory. It’s just an appointment. And Sarah was just sitting there, so there's no need to be so sharp about it. She probably just stepped out to clear her head.

The ink is dry. It's perfectly dry. There's no need to lunge for it like it's a fragile egg.

And why are you looking at the chair like it’s a ghost? You’re the one who’s lost. You’re acting like you’re about to hand this to a stranger, but it’s just a courier. If you want to carry it yourself to ensure it doesn't smudge, fine. Take it. Just don't blame the pen when the paper finally behaves itself.

Edie

Sarah didn't "step out," Gil. She left through the front door ten minutes ago. She didn't even say goodbye; she just stood up and vanished. But since you're so convinced she’s just clearing her head, perhaps you can explain why you're still talking to her ghost.

And don't lunge. I'm merely being cautious.

If we hand this to a courier, they won't treat it like a precious heirloom. They'll toss it in a bag with a dozen other things. But fine, take it. If you’re so certain the ink is stable, you take the responsibility. Just don't come complaining to me when you've got navy blue smears all over your palms because you couldn't wait for the paper to settle. It’s a simple enough concept, really.

Gil

She didn't vanish; she just left. There was no dramatic exit, so stop making it a funeral. And don't call it lunging. It’s called reaching.

If you think the courier is going to be rough, then we'll just use the heavy-duty envelope. But don't act like you're the only person in the world who understands the concept of drying time. You're making it out to be this precarious, delicate operation.

Fine, if you're so worried about your palms, take it. But you're acting like you're handing me a live grenade. It's just paper.

Wait—why are you looking at me like that? You're still thinking about the 9th, aren't you? You're still trying to figure out if we've left it or if we're still there. Just take the damn envelope.

Edie

It wasn't a dramatic exit, but it was a quiet one, which is often worse. And a "heavy-duty" envelope? We aren't shipping a brick; we're shipping a lease.

But fine, if you're so convinced the lunge was unnecessary, just take it. There. It's in your hands. Now you can be the guardian of the ink.

And why on earth would we be thinking about the 9th? The 9th is a memory, not a current location. You're the one who keeps shifting the timeline like it’s a deck of cards. Honestly, the way you're acting, one would think we were still deciding whether or not to even rent the place. Just put it in your bag and let's be done with it.

Gil

It’s not a brick, it’s a document. But if you think it needs a reinforced cardboard box to survive the walk to the post office, then fine. There. It’s in my hands. The ink is solid. It didn't even smudge when I gripped the edge.

And stop saying the 9th is just a memory. It was a physical space where we kept things. You're talking as if we can just wave a hand and make the last year disappear. It’s a bit dismissive, isn't it?

I’ll put it in my bag. But don't expect me to be silent about the timeline. If we’re being this neurotic about a single envelope, we should probably expect the movers to be just as difficult.

Wait—did you just call me 'Gil'? You've been calling me 'Gil' all afternoon. Since when is that how you address me when we're arguing?

Edie

I've been calling you Gil all afternoon because your name is Gil. Unless you've forgotten that since you left the 9th, but that seems unlikely. You’re the one who started being so formal, as if you were meeting a stranger at a gala.

And don't call it dismissive. It's practical. We can't live in a physical space if we're moving to the courtyard.

Anyway, there. The envelope is in your bag. The ink survived your grip, so the world hasn't ended. If we're being neurotic, it's only because you're being so incredibly stubborn about the sequence of events. If the movers are difficult, it'll be because they're dealing with us. Now, are we going, or are you going to stand there analyzing the weight of the paper all evening?

Gil

My name is Gil. You're the one who's been using that tone, like you're reading a script to someone you barely know. If you want to be formal, fine, but don't act like it's my sudden change of heart.

And practical? It’s easy to be practical when you’re the one sweeping the old life under the rug. You make it sound like we're just stepping from one room into another, but the 9th was... it was more than just a set of windows.

Anyway, the envelope is secure. The world is still spinning. If you're ready to go, then let's go. But don't think for a second that the paperwork is finished just because the ink is dry. We haven't even talked about the deposit, have we?

Edie

The 9th was a drafty apartment, not a cathedral. Don't turn every piece of furniture into a monument. And you're right, the money isn't the issue, but the transfer itself is—it's much more complicated than just handing over a stack of notes.

But you're right, you're always right. You've been so focused on the name thing that you've completely bypassed the fact that you're wearing the watch from the old place. The one you said you lost in the move.

Anyway, the deposit is a separate matter. We'll deal with the bank when the ink is actually dry. Or when you stop acting like every signature is a life-altering event. Let's just go. If we stay here any longer, the movers might actually arrive, and then we'll have a real problem.

Gil

The watch? I didn't lose it, I just... tucked it away. It's a different matter entirely. And don't say 'you're always right' as if it's a compliment; it sounds like you're conceding a battle you're actually losing.

The transfer is just a transfer. We'll handle the bank when the time comes. It's not like the money is going to evaporate because we're taking the afternoon to walk to the post office.

But fine. Let's go. If we stay, we'll just end up arguing about whether the pavement is too hard or the air is too thin.

Wait—did you just say the movers might arrive? They weren't supposed to be here until Tuesday. Why would they arrive now? You're the one who said they're in a warehouse, waiting for a call.

Edie

"Tucked it away" is just a polite way of saying you lost it in a box of old books. And don't be so dramatic; it wasn't a concession, it was an observation of your habit.

As for the movers, they don't work on a whim. They'll arrive when the paperwork is done. That's the whole point of this entire production! If we're still debating the merits of the 9th or the nuances of your "tucked" watch, they'll have nothing to move.

And the money won't evaporate, but the patience of the people we're dealing with might. Now, let's go. We need to get to the post office before the courier's route changes. Unless, of course, you've decided the watch is too heavy to carry while we walk.

Gil

The watch isn't heavy, and it certainly isn't lost. It was just... between places. Besides, it's not even an old watch.

And you're right, the patience of the people we're dealing with might be the real variable here. If we keep this up, we'll be the ones being packed into a crate just to keep things moving. But let's be clear—the paperwork is exactly what's being handled right now. We aren't just debating; we are executing.

If you're so worried about the courier's route, then we should probably move. But why are you looking at me like you're expecting me to trip over my own feet? You've been acting like you're walking a tightrope all afternoon. Let's just go.

Wait, did you just call me 'Edie'? You've been calling me 'Edie' for the last ten minutes. Since when is your name Edie?

Edie

I haven't called you Edie once. You're the one who’s been projecting. Perhaps you're getting confused because the 9th was so much more... crowded.

And for heaven's sake, the watch isn't a "tucked away" heirloom; it's a watch. If it's between places, it should be on your wrist, not being used as an excuse for why you're late to the post office.

We are moving, aren't we? The decision was made. Let's just go before you start questioning your own identity or the atmospheric pressure. If we keep standing here, you'll start wondering if the bag is too heavy for your "tucked" watch to survive the trip. It's enough. Let's just walk.

Gil

I haven't called you Edie, but you've been calling me 'Gil' with that strange, distant tone all afternoon, as if you're talking to a portrait in a museum. It’s a bit odd.

And the watch is on my wrist, isn't it? It’s fine. It’s perfectly fine.

If the decision is made, then why are we still standing here with the envelope in your bag? You're acting as if we're about to embark on an expedition rather than a walk down the street. If we keep the 'crowded'ness of the 9th in mind, we might actually make it to the corner without a debate.

Wait—did you just call me 'Gil' again? You're doing it so much it almost sounds like you're trying to remind yourself who is standing in front of you. Let's just go.

Edie

The tone is for the sake of clarity, since you seem to be drifting. And if the watch is on your wrist, then why are you checking the clasp every thirty seconds? It’s quite distracting.

I’m not talking to a portrait; I'm talking to you. Though sometimes it feels like talking to a particularly stubborn piece of architecture.

And the name... you're the one who's been acting like a stranger is going to walk through the door and ask for a signature. Let's just walk. We'll get to the post office, we'll hand over the paper, and we'll be done with the 'version of us' that lived on the 9th. If you can manage to keep pace without questioning the physics of the pavement, we might actually arrive before the courier's route is a distant memory.

Gil

I'm checking the clasp because the leather is a bit stiff, nothing more. And calling me architecture is a bit much, even for you. It's a very specific kind of insult.

But fine. The 'version of us' on the 9th is officially filed away. Let's just walk. If we can manage to get through a single city block without a retrospective on our entire history, it'll be a miracle.

The courier's route isn't going anywhere. It’s a fixed schedule, not a moving target.

Though, you've been walking slightly ahead of me since we left the room. Are you trying to outpace the conversation, or are you just trying to make sure we don't accidentally end up back at the 9th? Let's just keep moving. Just keep moving.