A sparely furnished kitchen. Z sits center stage at a small table. Her lunch is meticulously spread before her and she is slicing things to prepare them to put on a small, simple plate.

C enters stage right. His hair is slightly messy and bleached blond and he is wearing a ripped white tank-top with with a neon pattern on the front, splattered with paint, and a pair of old athletic shorts.

C (shouting towards stage left): HEY! I don't know what to throw away! You have to help me!

K, off stage left: Just throw away the things you don't want to keep!

C: I want to keep everything! He turns to Z, as if seeing her for the first time. I'm throwing away my old clothes today. It's killing me.

K enters stage left and they exeunt stage right. Their voices can be heard offstage as Z carefully assembles her lunch.

K: What about this one! We can throw this one out.

C: NO!!! I love that shirt.

K: How about this one? It says... "Deep Purple"

C: What?! How can you even say that! That's a classic band!

K: It's old.

C: No way.

K: Ok, how about this one. Can we PLEASE throw this one away?

C: What! You like that shirt! You like that shirt!

K: No, C, I don't like this shirt. Or this tank-top. We should throw it away.

C: But I need tank-tops!

K: Nobody wears tank-tops anymore, honey. What about this shirt? It's a wreck.

C: That's my work-shirt, though, I use it for work.

K: No you don't, when was the last time you wore this?

C: But I need it! I need it for work!

K: C, honey, you don't even do that kind of work anymore. What about this one, this one is really ugly.

C: That's not ugly! I just bought that this year. That is a really fashionable shirt.

K: Yeah, fashionable if you lived 100 years ago. Give me your belts.

C: No, I can't throw out my belts.

K: You are so past the stage of your life where you would wear these belts, sweetie. What about that?

C: It's my cousin's. I have to give it back to her.

K: You haven't seen your cousin in 8 years. Give it to Z.

C: But I'm going to see her this summer.

K: Are you sure? Why don't you just give it to Z.

C: If don't see her this summer, I'll give it to Z, ok? But I'm going to see her.

Some 80s glam rock starts playing which drowns out their voices. Z has stopped eating and is staring at her perfectly chopped food and single plate. Scene.

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