Fiction 59

“Am so tired. Tired of idiots who think it’s their birthright to walk all over me. I want to throw a tantrum too!” she wails.

“You’ve come to the right place.” he says, hugging her tight.

“You don’t understand…”

“Shhh..” he kisses her forehead. “Calm the f**k down.”

“I am.”

“Right. And I am Homer Simpson.”

“The only common thing between you and Homer would be the love of beer, you know.” she laughs. 

“Like him, I don’t give a damn about most people either.”

“That’s not true. I think it is the exact opposite. You keep people at arm’s length because you care too much about people.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if its a good thing or a bad thing that you know so much about me.”

“I hardly do.” she says. “What I’d give to know more.”

“What you know is more than enough, sweetheart.” he smiles. “One day, you’ll understand.”

 

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