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The other side of the story
Has anyone read this book? It's by Marian Keyes.
Over the years she'd learned that if you act like things are a certain way, sometimes people are confused enough to play along.
When people hurried in and out of the station like characters in a speeded-up movie, Anton and I remained motionless as statues, his eyes on mine, his hands on my arms, completing the magic circle. And I said what I had always known, 'As soon as I saw you I knew it was you.'
I tried explaining to Cody how light and free I felt.
'Course you do,' he said. 'You're banjoed out of your head on free Pina Coladas.' (It had become the holiday catchphrase.)
'You've given up on men,' he said. 'You can't do that.'
I tried to explain that I haven't given up, merely reshuffled my pirorities, but I didn't do a very good job of it, probably on account of being banjoed out of my head on free Pina Coladas. But it didn't matter. Happiness means not having to be understood.
Over the years she'd learned that if you act like things are a certain way, sometimes people are confused enough to play along.
When people hurried in and out of the station like characters in a speeded-up movie, Anton and I remained motionless as statues, his eyes on mine, his hands on my arms, completing the magic circle. And I said what I had always known, 'As soon as I saw you I knew it was you.'
I tried explaining to Cody how light and free I felt.
'Course you do,' he said. 'You're banjoed out of your head on free Pina Coladas.' (It had become the holiday catchphrase.)
'You've given up on men,' he said. 'You can't do that.'
I tried to explain that I haven't given up, merely reshuffled my pirorities, but I didn't do a very good job of it, probably on account of being banjoed out of my head on free Pina Coladas. But it didn't matter. Happiness means not having to be understood.