Don't You Write About That

We were talking about something. I don't quite remember what it was. It was something of relatively little consequence, but it made us laugh.

Then she stopped and looked at me.

Don't you write about that.

About what?

If you write about that, it will seem like we don't have a life.

Can I write about that?

She shook her head, I think. Or mumbled, No. Or something like that.

So I won't write about what she said. And I won't write about the fact that writing about what she said might make it seem as if we haven't got a life (when of course we do).

Instead, I'll write about something else. About the cold weather outside. About how much like tangerines she thought those oranges tasted. About the burgers at Top Notch.

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