Monday, March 8, 2010

HP makes me want to say stupid things.

Frantic, desperate things like, "I really like you," and "have a nice day." I heard myself say these things at breakfast and felt my stomach lurch. Not just because he did not say them back - I don't even think it would have been any better if he had - but because they were untrue. Hollow and contrived.

He has a way with words - a way to make them come out of your ridiculous mouth while he just sits there. His face open, generous, inviting.

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