And we’re back…

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I couldn’t get the pumpernickel bagels you wanted. I got an Everything? That OK?

You made the bed. I hate it when you do that.

Yeah, it’s not really your fault. I had this whole image in my head. I would come back and you would still be lying in bed, drowsy, languorous. Like some Esquire photo shoot. Soft light. Your hair all over the pillow.

Would there be music? Very funny. I don’t know. Not when I thought of it. It would have to be something extremely ethereal. Something like And So I Know from Tiny Music.

And now you’ve made up the bed, and it’s just like I felt in grade school when a friend would come over and not take his sneakers off, and I’m thinking: is he leaving? Is he uncomfortable here? Can’t he commit to spending time with me? Of course, I’d never use the word commit. We didn’t get the word commit until later.

And now you’re up. And I haven’t even showered.

God…I’m glad I didn’t get you the pumpernickel.

Yeah, I’ll take a shower now. And then we’ll go out.

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