The relationship book I'm reading has cracking dialogue. In one scene one of the couples around whom the book is centered are sitting in bed, a soft stuffed animal propped between them (why is never explained, but somehow it adds to the atmosphere - perhaps it's hers from childhood, perhaps it's one of their grown up children, who knows).
he says
"I really need psychoanalysis , not counselling, psychoanalysis, someone who will just shut the fuck up and listen to me."
"That's me isn't it" she says.
"No, you answer back."
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