The message box opened. His fingers trembled. What do you say to a woman who might be the platonic ideal of everything you’ve ever wanted? Hey seemed insulting. I also cry during the Appendices felt like too much, too fast.
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He wasn’t even sure why. Probably the cheap whiskey. Or the fact that his latest blind date had walked out after he’d spent twenty minutes explaining the thematic resonance of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine . She’d smiled, nodded, and texted someone called "Chad" from the bathroom. Hey seemed insulting