Fear She: "Don't worry about the usability test, tomorrow. You'll do fine." Me: "It'll turn into something dark and ugly, I'm sure." She: "What's the worst that could happen?" Me: "The test could be taken over by goths. You know how they are. The lab would have low lighting and blackened windows, a lone PC
Free At Last He: "So, why did you call me sweetheart earlier today, if you wanted to break up with me?" Me: "It's what you wanted to hear." He: "...you're right about that." Me: "I know. G'bye."
Arts & ... Me: "You're a crafty one." She: "That's me. Give me a bag of popsicle sticks and I can build a nuclear weapon."
Symbiosis? Me: "I guess we just didn't click the way I thought we would." She: "You mean you clacked...no, I mean clashed." Me: "No, you had it right the first time. We clacked."
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