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7:13 P.M.
Iboughtusourdrinksandapieceofmarionberrypiewithtwoforks.IsatdownacrossfromKim,runningtheforkalongthescallopededgeoftheflakycrust.
"Ihavesomethingtotellyou,"Isaid.
"Somethingabouthavingaboyfriend?"Kim’svoicewasamused,buteventhoughIwaslookingdown,Icouldtellthatshe’drolledhereyes.
"How’dyouknow?"Iasked,meetinghergaze.
Sherolledhereyesagain."Please.Everyoneknows.It’sthehottestgossipthissideofMelanieFarrowdroppingouttohaveababy.It’slikeaDemocraticpresidentialcandidatemarryingaRepublicanpresidentialcandidate."
"Whosaidanythingaboutmarrying?"
"I’mjustbeingmetaphoric,"Kimsaid."Anyhow,Iknow.Iknewevenbeforeyouknew."
"Bullshit."
"Comeon.AguylikeAdamgoingtoaYo-YoMaconcert?Hewasbutteringyouup."
"It’snotlikethat,"Isaid,thoughofcourse,itwastotallylikethat.
"Ijustdon’tseewhyyoucouldn’ttellmesooner,"shesaidinaquietvoice.
Iwasabouttogivehermywholeone-kiss-not-equaling-a-relationshipspielandtoexplainthatIdidn’twanttoblowitoutofproportion,butIstoppedmyself."Iwasafraidyou’dbemadatme,"Iadmitted.
"I’mnot,"Kimsaid."ButIwillbeifyoueverlietomeagain."
"Okay,"Isaid.
"Orifyouturnintooneofthosegirlfriends,alwaysponyingaroundafterherboyfriend,andspeakinginthefirst-personplural.‘Welovethewinter.WethinkVelvetUndergroundisseminal.’"
"YouknowIwouldn’trock-talktoyou.
