"Where is that music coming from?"
"I think there are speakers hidden in those bushes."
"Are you serious? That's just downright... tacky. Is that Kenny G?"
"I don't know. I think it's kind of nice walking through a park on the harbor with some soft music. It creates a sort of ambience."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's romantic. Where are you going?"
"I need to get out of here."
"You hate that music that much?"
"No. Well, yes, but I just don't think this is going to work out."
"Excuse me?"
"I wasn't really sure about you before, but if you think that is romantic? I don't know. It's just too much."
"You're breaking up with me because I like music playing in the park?"
"I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well, you see, it's symptomatic of a world view I don't share, and frankly, I can't stand. There are so many things wrong with pumping bland music into a public space from concealed speakers. If you really like that it means you are for everything that stands for. I can't do this."
"You need to get some perspective. You're fucking crazy."
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