A few days ago, I was hanging out with Dragon and feeling sorry for myself.
“I want someone to send me a damned edible arrangement but no one is going to so I guess I’ll have to do it myself,” I said angrily, a crust of self-pity dirtying my aura as I picked out a platter of chocolate-dipped fruit on my phone.
“I’ll send you an edible arrangement,” Dragon said kindly. “Pick out any one you want.”
Two days later, I sat at my desk giggling as strawberry juice ran down my chin and all ten fingers were sticky with chocolate down to my palms.
Sometimes, it really is that simple.
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