"Every time our lines meet I think I'm gonna crash." It was a nice thing for him to say, whoever he was, to whomever he was talking. And though I didn't recognize him from myself I could tell he meant well. I meant well. That I only had to figure things out and I had plenty of time to do it. And her line, where was it? Was I so certain I could see it at all? I was so embarrassed. I muttered something else and decided he would be who I was tonight. And she could wait, even though she shouldn't.
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