In Which I Learn Your Language

January 15, 2009
“What was that?” you ask.
“Read it.”
You pick it up; unfurl it to see the purple and white circle. Your brow wrinkles. “A Master Ball?”
“I really like you,” I say, staring at the ground between us.
You smile. “I guess I can’t say no.”

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