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Current Location: New York, NY--Public Library

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I'm seeing him in old photographs.

NY

How old is old?

Old enough for me to know being tired is making me delusional. From the thirties?

*lips form an 'O'* Maybe it's a relative?

*shrugs* Could be. It's a mediocre picture of a guy in profile under a hat.

I think I'm just over tired and I miss the moron.

Maybe it's just one of those eerie coincidences.

And yeah, that could be it. Have you talked to him at all?

I'm sure it's nothing. At least I haven't had the stalker around again.

*slowly* Not really. A few words once, but he basically asked why I was bothering.

That's good news. How're your classes going?

*eyes narrow a little* Considering the attitude he's giving you, it might be a good question.

Classes are good. I'm feeling stronger in the midst of being tired. So really good.

Yes, it probably is. I've been thinking about, but haven't reached any conclusions.

That's good, at least.

I'm sure you'll figure it out. Shouldn't make any rash decisions, but don't him treat you like crap, either. You deserve better than that.

No rash decision, no pining away. *smiles faintly* The current plan is to dress to the nines and make a show of just what he's throwing away.

I think that sounds like a fabulous plan. *smirks* Too bad Charlie's in LA.

*she shook her head firmly* No. Using another man to make him jealous--it's essentially a lie and I won't lie to him.

I didn't mean for you to make him jealous. Just that the last time we dressed to the nines, Charlie was fun. You sound like you need fun. Even if it's just getting a little too friendly on the dance floor and not necessarily the 'go home with him afterward' kinda fun.

Oh!

*sighs* I don't know how much fun I'd be. I know I wouldn't react well to anyone else being 'too friendly' on the dance floor.

You just seem like you need... a break, a night out... something. We could always have a night in and pig out on junk food and watch movies.

*raises an eyebrow* Are you saying I look tense? That I might be....stressed? *laughs* I'm supposed to teach you to cook, remember. We could do that.

*chuckles* Yeah, maybe just a little. And that's right, you are. We could, if you're still up for it.

I'd like to. It's achingly normal and has nothing to do with him at all. *sighs* I'd really love to.

Well, I need all the lessons I can get. He made me breakfast in bed for my birthday. It'd be nice to return the favor, or make a nice dinner that's actually edible this time.

Then you've got it. Tell me when and I'll put on my apron. I already have most of what we need.

Perfect. I'll call you. And you can give me a list for the rest if you want, I'll pick it up on my way over, whenever we meet up for this.

It's a deal.

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