BadlyDrawnGrrl Posted February 1, 2013 Share Posted February 1, 2013 (edited) So we're sitting in Bull McCabe's, hiding from the April rain, talking and drinking, and eventually we get into past relationships and exes and whatnot, and I give him the Cliff's Notes version of the whole saga, explaining the initial whirlwind, the college romance, the breakup and reunion and the breakup again and how heartbroken I was over it afterwards. "Wow," he says in his lazy Staten Island drawl. "That's kinda cool." "What's cool?" "Well...it kinda makes me feel better, in a way." "What does?" "That you're actually capable 'a gettin your heart broken in the first place." I pause, blinking a couple times in surprise, genuinely taken aback. Then, smiling hesitantly, I tilt my head and consider him from across the small table. "...Do I not strike you as the type?" "Nah," he says, returning the smile. "Ya don't." Edited February 1, 2013 by BadlyDrawnGrrl Link to post Share on other sites
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