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April 11, 2006
"Stupid question,"she says flatly. "You alright?"
I stare at the coffee pitcher. "Look,"I say just as flatly. "Don't ever call me that again."Without meaning to, part of it leaks into the words and I know she won't. She can't. And won't know why not or how.
"Okay,"she says, brushing it off as if it wasn't something important. Because to her it isn't and can't be anymore. "So you gonna drink your coffee or what?"
I keep staring at the coffee pitcher. "Depends. This batch as likely as the last to contain some type of bodily fluids?-