f you, said Ed.

    Just let me  go back inside. I never get tory, stuck out here.

    It o be a  coming. And it o involve all four of us. t s back togete a song to oasts at t back  it.

    t , every couple . . too muc is,  people splitting up every ten seconds.

    Ed looked at me as if I s.

    Youre not serious, said Lizzie.

    Maybe Id misjudged t. t ready for my big closing speech.

    Naaas just… an idea I  ironed out all t, yet.

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    gre of other bands? said Ed.

    Like, I dont kno back toget ers o split up. theyd be unhappy.

    Not all of em, I pointed out.

    And  second marriages? there are loads of happy second marriages.

    trummer ay in  band.

    And ill be h her, said Lizzie.

    Yea  have been a bad life.

    But s a ogeteen years.

    Oone of voice t  punch you.

    e tle  to a pub, and Ed boug a pack of smokes from t it doable for us to s sat t me as if ting for me to catch.

    I didnt realize you felt t bad, Ed said after a while.

    t  a clue? Yeaed to kill yourself. But I didnt kno so bad t you ed to patcs t level of misery, way beyond suicide.

    Lizzie tried not to laug produced a ing noise, and I took a long pull on my Guinness.

    And suddenly, just for a moment, I felt good. It  I really love cold Guinness; it  I really love Ed and Lizzie. Or I used to love ted tever. And maybe for t time in t fe dos, or at t, anyo ed to kill myself not because I ed living, but be