Not Terribly Reassuring

Harold and I are sitting in the coffeeshop, sorting out travel plans with all the moving parts of family days and work deadlines and transportation. “You’ll be on a little Buddy Holly Killer to Raleigh…” He says. “Oh, sorry, you don’t like when I say that.”

“No, I don’t like when you say that when we’re ON one!”

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