“Are you okay?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Why? Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Then I’m sure as hell not about to be otherwise.”
But instead of stopping cold at that line and demanding to know what was wrong, she veered off the script with an “Ah, okay” and went right back to hugging me.
And that was when I realized that reality doesn’t run like a work of fiction.
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