Fiction Fridays (and now Tuesdays!) has moved to Mileage May Vary.
A conversation that just occurred inside my head:
"Why did you say that, Self? She probably thinks you're a weirdo now. What if she thinks you're a weirdo?"
"But Self... I am a weirdo."
"Oh... right. Carry on, then."
Trust me, you're not a weirdo. I know weird, and you ain't even in the same contenent, let alone county.
It's a sliding scale.
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