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Carrie : Five
hours later, Charlotte's night was just beginning. She
and Jack had just had another fantastic date--dancing
for dyslexia.
Jack : So, what do you think of her? Is she hot?
Charlotte : Jack!
Jack : You're right. Maybe she's more your taste.
Charlotte : Stop it.
Woman : Have a light?
Charlotte : Sorry, I don't smoke.
Woman : That's a shame.
Jack : Did you see that? She was flirting with us.
Charlotte : I think she was flirting with you.
Jack : Charlotte, you are such a
turn-on, and you have no idea. You're giving off
this sexual energy all the time. A vibe like, you've
got a fire inside of you. She'd be crazy not to be in to
you.
Carrie : Who knows whether it was her vodka or her
vibe but Charlotte suddenly did feel a little warm.
Charlotte : I think she put her hand on my leg.
Jack : So should I ask her to join us?
Charlotte : Do you think it means I should do it? Have
a
threesome? Jack says that I have a fire inside me.
Carrie : You tell him
they make a cream for that.
Charlotte : I'm serious.
Carrie : I don't know, it's your call, but don't do it
just to make Jack happy.
Charlotte : But maybe it would bring us closer.
Carrie : Sweetie, don't you think it's weird that
you're thinking of sleeping with someone you don't know
to get closer to Jack?
Charlotte : How well do we ever know the people we
sleep with?
Carrie : That was the thing about Charlotte. Just when
you were about to write
her off as a Park Avenue
Pollyanna, she'd say something so right on, you'd think
she was the Dalai Lama.
Charlotte : Do you think my hair is too shiny today?
Carrie : And then, she'd say something else.
Charlotte : Do you?
Carrie : But the bigger question remained.
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