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November 21, 2008
‘Damn Sam, I love a woman that rains.’

Contrary to the point of collapse. An outburst that brings a smile to his lips. A claim that they understand nothing or, in the nicest possible way, don’t see the point repeatedly pushed to one side. She’ll never sit on a question but has to know exactly why we’re asking. He sits back watching, slightly off-centre, commenting where he sees fit and sometimes speaking out of turn. Biting the tongue and throwing a glare to the point where neither knows what the other is thinking but reciprocates just in case. How social.