March 22, 2014
Ok, back to describing how Emma’s birthday ended.
Emma and I helped her parents clean up. After, the four of us talked for about an hour, but as Emma and I branched off into our own conversation, her parents got ready and went to bed.
We talked for a while, mostly about old times, about some funny things that happened. Eventually she asked me about the present I had for her which I left in the car. I said I’d go out for a smoke, get the present and come back in. I was reflecting on the entire evening, assessing myself, which it’s not typical of me, except around Emma these days. I couldn’t think of anything I said or did that made me cringe or want to leave. That was good. Then I determined that, not only did I not make a fool of myself or…
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