she says,
sipping her chardonnay,
staring at her phone,
clicking away.
no, i tell her.
no thanks.
she looks up from texting
somebody,
and says, what?
did you say no?
you don't want to tell me
about yourself?
that's right.
in fact i have to go now.
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