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I start Monday. If it doesn’t help, I may have to have surgery….I’m a lousy patient, Al. I’m not sure I can handle if I’m fucked up forever.” He looked at me like he wanted to say something else, but there was a meaningful little silence. “No offense.”

“What if I told you I didn’t feel fucked-up? That I wouldn’t change a thing and everything worked out the way it was supposed to? That I love my life the way it is.” It was at least half a lie, but it felt great to say. I even liked the way it pushed my chest out.

The eyebrow came out again. I could feel my tiny resolve breaking down in the face of it. “Really? I always wondered about that.”

Part of my laugh was because I couldn’t believe in all that pride, and part of it was because he thought of me when I wasn’t around. “No! Sometimes I wish, though.”

“You make it look good. Really.” I didn’t feel like unpacking any more assumptions, or even play fighting again.

“You lie, but thanks. Not saying you’ll need to, but if you do, you’ll get through it."

“Thanks…that means a lot. Although I’m still hoping they can fix my back.”

“Damn…it’s not like I’m recruiting, Brian. We don’t get a bonus for landing a big one. Not like at your mom’s house.”

“I’d deny it if anybody asked, but right now I really wish I hadn’t taught you to do that.”
“What if I told you weren’t the only one?” I let the suggestion I felt in the pause hang there for a moment. It was a tricky balance; I never was sure if he felt the vibe between us as much as I did. “I mean, you tried.” I tried not to think of those first fumbling efforts. “But Twitter perfected it.”

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No, not because it's bad.

and, no, that's not What She Said.
But when the plot took a different turn, I made sure that most of that stuff would be safe somewhere. As we novelists do. (I can say this...check that out. I think it fits together, and mostly, is not just a pastiche of other things I've read and care about, even if it still owes a lot to some of them.)
I am a little concerned that an abled audience might find it slightly nuts, so I haven't revised my whole self-image yet...possibly regrettably. But I'm going ahead, because it's not like I have tons of marketable, mainstream plot ideas, but went with the wacky ones cause success is bourgeois...it's being weird is how I know I can do it, not how I know if anyone will ever care!
Maybe that's why I have you. Not that we've *had* each other.

I'll have to move this, but not because it's bad...

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Just doesn't fit where I put it initially...