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A Short Story: Fine.

*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*

She said:

Avi… how am I supposed to remember where you ‘stashed all of your heaters’? I told you to keep all of your writings in one place, but you didn’t want to listen. Always disorganized…

I said:

Shorty… they’re organized… they’re just stashed in different boxes…

She said:

Okay well maybe you shouldn’t be stashing your stuff in so many different boxes then?

I said:

You know how much I have written…

She said:

Yeah…

I said:

Why are you smiling then?

She said:

Because… I don’t know what to do with you.

I said:

(Laughs with a sly tone of voice)

Ah… so why are you so interested in doing stuff with me?

She said:

(Rolls her eyes)

Avi… you’re like a kid, but at the same time the most mature man. You don’t make any sense…

I said:

Shorty, you know how I’m not making much cents right now, but I will soon.

She said:

(Softly laughs)

I said:

(Deeper tone of voice)

I’m just trying to make sure I say all of the right stuff that gets you loving me real good… you know that.

She said:

You just expect me to stash your writings… keep track of where else you’re stashing your writings… and love you real good, while you do whatever you want? I’m sorry it doesn’t work that way.

I said:

(Innocent tone of voice)

Shorty, I thought you loved me.

She said:

(Exaggerated eye roll)

Right.

I said:

It’s not my fault I’m not as smart as you… you’re super smart, you’re super organized, you’re super beautiful and you do stuff super good… you know me and my IQ is like caveman.

She said:

(Smiles)

So… you just decide to treat me like I’m some sort of stash box?

I said:

I wasn’t even saying that… we’re on completely different time zones right now with the way you’re thinking…

She said:

So… I think ‘good enough’ for you to be able to stash your writings in me, but I don’t think ‘good enough’ to have a normal conversation with you… that’s what you’re saying?

I said:

I didn’t even say that. Why are you spinning my words around centripetally right now?

She said:

Oh… so I’m the one that’s tripping?

I said:
I didn’t say that either.

She said:

(Blushing)

Okay… so why don’t you go ask some other girls where you stashed your shit then.

I said:

Shorty, let me start over. How about we hit a night on the town… have some dinner, you know what I mean… have some drinks, you know what I mean…get drunk… make some bad decisions, you know what I’m saying?

She said:

Fine.

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