“I feel like goddamn Mrs. Robinson,” mutters David Cook.

Cook sits on the edge of Archuleta’s bed, his hands folded in his lap. He’s the word nerd. He’s the articulate one, the older one. So why is it that ever since they came back to their rooms after the finale, all they’d been doing was sitting in a silence that seemed to eat them alive?

“I feel like goddamn Mrs. Robinson,” mutters Cook.

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SCENES FROM THE UNEXAMINED LIFE (COOK/ARCHULETA) [flyicarus]