‘Do you like it?’ he asked.
‘I do like it,’ she said.
‘No you don’t,’ he said. ‘You must hate it.’
She stopped again.
‘Yes, I suppose you’re right. I hate it.’
‘Then why do you do it?’
‘Because I love you.’
20-something high-school dropout. I write as a way of life. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and watch French films. I'm probably dying, but then so are you, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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