What contrast, huh? I lied my way out of one bad situation only to have a hopeful circumstance go sour. Who spends the night chasing wild geese? Me, apparently, while she dreamt next to me after insisting on staying above the covers. So I wrapped the blanket around her like a taco so she wouldn't go cold, but it didn't quite reach over my second shoulder. I was shivering and trying
to seek refuge in the thought that I was sleeping next to the one person I wanted to, but when I kissed her she wasn't having it.
She's not stupid. She's like me and she knows what she's doing.
But why do I care? And why does that hurt my chances? I mean, I know why it does: I'm afraid to hurt my chances by saying something stupid, yet my careful calculations come out cold and rash and unsteady. If I could manage to act natural, maybe I'd be fine.
I'm trying out for some band tomorrow, which I will use as the crux for my decision of whether or not to stay in Chicago.
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