“I just couldn’t blow my whistle on you,” Amy says. “I’ve found you cute since we were little.”
“I’ve found you cute, too,” I say.
Which I haven’t, that much, but it seems like a bad moment to begin violating politeness.
Friday, November 25, 2022
the last book I ever read (Liberation Day: Stories by George Saunders, excerpt twelve)
“I just couldn’t blow my whistle on you,” Amy says. “I’ve found you cute since we were little.”
“I’ve found you cute, too,” I say.
Which I haven’t, that much, but it seems like a bad moment to begin violating politeness.
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