Me: "Will I see you before I go to work tonight?"
Dessert: "The boys want to go for a beer. Do you mind?"
*sigh* Somewhere along the back of my neck there's a prickling irritation, but overall I just kind of feel resigned. And despite the fact that it's not rocket science, and is actually fairly common knowledge, like a lightbulb going off over my
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