yesterday i was doing taxes and your run-in-the-mill financial bullshit. all that who gets what if something happens, even if you don't have squat, kind of thing. and i decide to put the boy down on the list. i don't know his ss#, but i'll get back to the lady that's sitting in front of me, easily two feet shorter than me, dressed in a coordinating bubble gum pink dress shirt, satiny, and a jacket with little bows at the elbow. it's mary kay's chuckie if i've ever seen one. she keeps changing her "r"s to "w"s to be cute and i recognize her voice save that. it's foxworthy's voice doppleganger. and she's in finance.
so my phone rings. it's the boy. i don't say hello. i say "what's your social security number?" and he goes 12.... and i'm like "no really." and he says the same number. without asking what it's all about.
and the more i think about it, the more i think that kind of trust is amazing. naive maybe, but amazing.
and the more i think about the chemist, the more i feel guilty. boys shouldn't be that cute. especially when they're that smart. and weird. and into debating. and making cute clicky noises with their mouths. they especially should not be left-handed.
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