I took an individually wrapped toothpick from the stack as we walked out of the restaurant onto Hudson Street. I knew you would want it.
“How did you know I’d want this?”
“Well, don’t you?”
“A toothpick, you kidding me?”
I knew you would want it, because I’ve known you for so long.
I know I can wash my feet at your apartment without having to explain myself. On separate occasions, I have sent you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils, a scene from Black Swan as written by Nora Ephron, and a pair of red adult-sized footy pajamas. I didn’t worry you’d think it was weird. I never worry you will think I’m weird, because I’ve known you for so long.
I know you will fall asleep with a book on your chest every night. I know you need to put on your glasses to hear me better. I…
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