“Everyone hates me because I’m weird,” I respond.
“I know.”
“Wait—which part did you know? That everyone hates me?”
“Yes. I’ve got that part.” He places the notebook on a side table.
I still on his lap. “Okay. You realize that I’m weird?”
“Yup. No question, there.”
“How about the cause-and-effect relationship?”
“That’s clear, too.”
I kiss his cheek. “Okay. Then I’ll be on the other side of the room. Just yell if you need some fresh-cut pineapple or something.”
“Sure thing.” He smiles, and puts his headphones back on. I giggle, and fire up my own computer.
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There’s nothing quite like being well-understood and yet still accepted by the closest people in your life.
Sort of what I imagine a soft down cocoon might feel like on a crisp autumn day.