An Imagined Conversation
I don’t mean to interrupt, but I have a question.
You’re not interrupting at all. What’s on your mind?
Well, on some mornings I come here for coffee and sometimes you are here too. Each time, you are nearly always smiling when you meet or are talking to someone or at least you seem to be smiling. Not big and wide, but just enough for me to notice. So, to put it bluntly, is it real?
Yep, it is. No way would I just paste it on. It comes from deep inside. It definitely is the real me.
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