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February 13, 2008

Jeff R.: Mixed Signals

We were like two ships, passing in the night. Wait, no: we were on two ships, passing in the night. Neither of us had radios, but we both had signal flags.

I asked if she came here often. She asked if I said that to all the girls. I said only the pretty ones. She laughed, then realized I couldn't hear her, and so signaled "ha ha" over and over again.

Then I sneezed and tripped over a stray cannonball, and by the time I got up I'd said something hideously rude about her mother. I never saw her again.

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