I wish that theoretical time machine existed again.
My sister informed me what April meant when she asked if I
wanted “space.” How was I supposed
to know that was some veiled human code word for “stay away to let each other
pursue separate romantic engagements until we can officially end ours”?
I do not want “space” from April. I never did. I
thought she was just being helpful in my attempts to assimilate my alien
brethren to earth society. She
knows how difficult it has been.
My sister, however, informs me that I am “a putz” and have apparently
been ignoring April lately. It was
April’s idea to start the movie nights, but I suppose I never properly thanked
or credited her to the concept.
And I have been dragging her along to a lot of those lately.
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