Saturday, March 29, 2014

Good Intentions

As we walk down to Union Square from the karaoke bar, it starts to rain.

"Are you okay?" I say. "Do you want my hat?" 

As I drunkenly try to put it on her head, I accidentally poke her in the eye, and she pushes my hand away, saying, "Would you just leave me alone?"

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