Stripes and me two days ago.
Sometimes you don't want to ask any questions.
You know, and they know you know, but you don't know if they want you to know more...or know at all!
So, you just don't ask.
And you think about it. You do.
You spend days finessing just the right fake conversation to lead you to the informational doorstep.
And then POP
someone else,
tactless as a pile of oatmeal spattered across a senator asks point-blank in a crowded vehicle.
And the truth spills out of their all too generous smile.
And you know.
And it really wasn't that big a deal.
But now he's dear, and so I'm sure.
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