Sometimes when I'm watching you from across the room, trying to be casual, I get trapped in this internal monologue judging what you'd eat next at the buffet table - would you grab a handful of grapes, or delicately select one single meatball from the platter and spear it with your fork. I once asked a guy I knew three weeks if his dog liked me, and then he went and fell asleep on our first movie night. That one stings to replay. I think I'll just go get another donut.
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