I had a chance meeting with an old school mate in a cafe. We sat down and were having a lovely reminisce until he suddenly started going on about how happily married he was. The shift in the conversation perplexed me until I looked down.
The leg I'd been rubbing my itchy skin against wasn't the table's. It was his.
- James Mason
15 October 2008
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