“All fish are blind”, she said, tossing her long dark hair hard over her shoulder, as though annoyed by it.

“No they aren’t, he replied.

The END.

Best story ever.  Not to be confused with the one where I cut my own hair and then get mugged by a drunk when I am 10.  That can wait.

Tomorrow:  We strap snowshoes to our hands, and act delighted.  Also then we go to a gathering where there is an abundance of congratulating and introducing, and heartily do both, with staring, and ohhh so much awkward……like this dude trying to get behind the piano wearing an effing christmas ornament, or some weird shit like that.

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