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Dinner companion

2001-12-08 - 4:42 p.m.

We stare at one another across an oak dinner table. It's like the Yahoo commercial with the toucan and monkey. I piddle my spoon around the bowl a few times, not caring that the soup is ice cold now.

He looks up at me, "You know, you should probably be studying for finals."

"Just drop it," I say into the bowl.

"What's your problem all the sudden?," he pushes, "Get off your lazy ass and help me."

I just stare up at him, expressionless, "You're annoying the fuck out of me. I just want to relax for a few days."

"Oh," he sarcastically began, "Right. No, go ahead, you obviously know what you're doing."

He smugly grins as I sit staring back at myself.

One day, you can't even give me one goddamn day.

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