June 10, 2007
Things Better Left Unsaid
How I Imagined the Conversation...

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, beer in hand. The fan gently blows a strand of hair across her face, he leans over and brushes it out of her eyes.

Girl: So... you're leaving on Tuesday. You excited?
Boy: Yeah, it's a fantastic job and I love D.C.
Girl: (sipping beer and staring at feet) I'll miss you.
Boy: Really?
Girl: You know I've had a crush on you for, like, forever.
Boy: What? Really? Why didn't you say anything?

The two fall passionately into each other's arms, kissing. They vow that the distance between Boston and D.C. means nothing, and that they will fly at least twice a month to see each other.

What Really Happened...

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, beer in hand. The fan gently blows a strand of hair across her face, he leans over and brushes it out of her eyes.

Girl: So you're leaving on Tuesday, you excited?
Boy: Yeah, it's a fantastic job and I love D.C.
Girl: (knows its her last chance, takes a deep breath and...) You still selling your air conditioner? 'Cause I'll totally take it off your hands.



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