For your reading pleasure, an excerpt from a series of events last night while I was mildly intoxicated.
Becky
(shows me a cute picture of
Deedlit on her laptop)
Me
Awww… Deidre!
(She then looks at me quizzically and I realize what I've done)
Becky
You mean Deedlit?
Me
Um, yes.
Becky
Was that a
Freudian slip? When you say one thing and mean
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