The afternoon sunlight filtering through our apartment blinds made the dust motes dance in a way that only seemed meaningful to ants. My best friend Emily walked in, spotted the handwritten get-well card, and launched into a frantic rendition of I Will Survive.
I stood there, mouth numb, confused why my attempt at subtlety would be met with a disco dance party. Hadn't she noticed the actual reason I was lying motionless on the couch was because I burnt my dinner?
I stood there, mouth numb, confused why my attempt at subtlety would be met with a disco dance party. Hadn't she noticed the actual reason I was lying motionless on the couch was because I burnt my dinner?
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