you, relieved when i don't try to talk to you the whole time but instead gracefully take out a novel you have read which i've just started and clearly am saying, "we can be friendly, but we really have no more than five minutes of conversation once every four months between us which we seem to have blown through last week and really we would be much happier reading."
me, is this how other people don't get stuck hanging out with people they don't like?
you, nervously cannot concentrate on your book as you pick and pry at yourself and sneak glances and punish yourself with don't do that read your book and sit anxious about getting work anxious that you turned down a call which means i have work anxious that your friend anna is having a birthday party which probably you don't want to go to.
me, pleased to remember a voicemail inviting me to a birthday party i will feel bad about later but in the moment is fun, having just seen a doppleganger and made a fool of myself in front of no one in a dark bar saying, "you?!"
you, get off the train
me, keep reading and smiling and not feeling bad about not liking everyone
me, so literal. at the end of a day like this i am glad there are metaphors in the east of morrow
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