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“I don’t want to say the wrong thing.” “What is the right thing?” “The words that make me sound like a sensitive person who you can have a fun dinner with.”
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“Up your Ziggy with a wawa brush?” Thatcher turned around to see who was behind her in line, reading the quote of the colorful chalkboard hanging on the wall in front of them. She took in the stranger's dark hair and his dark glasses. Cute.
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“He went home with a stomach ache.” “Was it something he ate?” “You tell me. He went to lunch with you today, Morrow.” “We had deep dish pizza. My stomach’s okay, but Antonio did go heavy on the crushed pepper flakes.” “Those always send me to the loo.”
“Mine is Acts of Service. Some Quality Time. No Gifts.” “Sasha denies that hers is Gifts, because she doesn’t want to look shallow.” “You can’t run from who you are,”
Saturday, January 17, 2015 After placing the milk in the cart, Noa perused the list for the next item. She watched Morrow check each of their nine-month-olds’ diapers and confirm neither twin needed to be changed. On the endcap of a nearby aisle, Noa spotted a display of the cereal written on her list. She pushed the cart toward the boxed, which were blocked by two individuals with their backs toward her. Before she could request a clearer path, one of the shoppers turned around. He and Noa stared at each other, stunned. Neither spoke, both fearing their spouses would recognize their true relationship.
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“I was mean and ungrateful, and I apologize with this gift that I wrapped in a navy blue box to celebrate your masculinity in case you thought the book inside was patronizing. It's a book. It was supposed to be a surprise.”