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I’ve met someone – I felt sort of odd for this kind of talk.
- You’re inviting me for a wedding? – Max chuckled – you could’ve just called.
- You missed my funerals, twice, so I don’t expect you’ll make it to my wedding, either – I pretended upset.
- Are you still mad at me? – Max propped against the back of the couch – Sorry, I like you alive better.
- Flatterer!
He can’t be mad at now!
- I had great teachers.
Max gave me an ambiguous wink. He is a complicated person but that’s what attracts me.
- So what happened?
No sooner had a second passed than he realized this: my childishness is simply an attempt to cover my anxiety.
- The past, I guess. – there was a silence on the line. – I’ve met someone.