She misunderstood my attempt at a sense of humor. I wanted to distance myself, despite the look of feminine disapproval. I smacked the remnants of soy from the tips of my chopsticks, somehow with an air of arrogance. Although I knew all the while it was in poor taste, I wanted the distance.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
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