I have a date. Once a month we go shopping for crayons and markers and paper bags, and we schedule it so that we can spend an hour or two afterwards sitting in Shonies. He drinks fruit punch, I drink sweet tea. Between us we’ve sampled everything on the menu by now. We talk about war and socialism, Game of Thrones and British Television, movie theaters and the hunger games. Afterwards we go to the theatre and order people to stand and sit, turn right or left, hand out scripts and schedules. I drop him off at his house (he … Continue reading
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