He's got a ticket to Bob Dylan tomorrow night and she doesn't. Usually he would stand there and pick out the things in the woman he did not like but she was perfect.
"Let's take your old man's car out for a spin," he says to her.
She smiles, "I'm sure papa would let you drive his car."
"Ditch everything and come watch Dylan with me"
"You're cruel" she pauses, "I'm going to stand outside there tomorrow night and feel the vibrations of the man I love."
"Are you still talking about Bob Dylan?"
She laughs and whispers, "I think I'm losing faith..."
"What?"
"I said I think I'm losing face."
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