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“Are we an item?” I asked. “What do you think?” she asked back. “Do you think of me as your boyfriend?” “Do you think of me as your girlfriend?” “Is either one of us going to make a declarative statement?” “How should I know?”
His eyes were rolled up into the back of his head as he dreamed he was still in high school, unable to dial the correct combination for his gym locker.
Same.
Kirk, as his defensive stance, pulled out book after book, reading like he was a chain-smoker with a carton of menthols.
Same.
My first game was a 126, then I stopped caring because, well, we had bowled the week before and to my sensibility four games of bowling in one year is a fine total.
