1) Tiny memory of walking next to Nick (co-worker, newspaper editor) and having him extend his arm to me, as an escort would. I say something like: "Do you want me to take your arm?"
2) I am at my mother's house (although it is a new setting I believe it is hers) and I am waiting for Michael H. to arrive. I want a shower, and I am spending many minutes trying to figure out if I should leave the front door unlocked for him while I shower. I think to myself that maybe he would join me in the shower.
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Posted by: Dave Jackson | 07/09/2011 at 06:06 PM