the never ending story

if i had a hammer, i'd hammer in the morning, i'd hammer in the evening.

As the song goes.

Really, whoever had a hammer and plans to hammer all day long, should not, in my opinion, be allowed to own a hammer. Ever.

I dunno what goes in mister mcdreamy's demented demented mind. Twisted.

Demented.

Restless tonight... it's nothing i planned. And not that i can, but you should be mine... If i traded it all...

Maybe next time. But not this time.


You should have come and listened to me. McDreamy said.

I left the room before he stood up to speak. In my defense, i didn't know he would be speaking. And i want to act professionally about it, but what the heck. If anything, everything should be personal, it should mean something. Professional is just a way of saying, be untrue to yourself and pretend you don't feel anything.

I tilted my head to one side.

What would happen if i prick this balloon...

A stick of butter, a loaf of bread.

Lunch. Backs turned. My good friend in front of me. My back against him. Let him be driven to delusional conclusions. I don't care. Maybe i do. A little.

You sure you want to eat here, where he could see us? E asks.

I don't mind. Let him conclude. Let unspoken words be seen, let wrong conclusions appear right.

E kids around. I will give him a bad look, like the one he's been giving me.

No don't do that. He's stupid.

Handsome but stupid. Darn that smile.

McDreamy keeps looking this way.

So what? Let him stick to his Allison. I've had enough. i can't stick around for the season finale of this mini drama series that i star in. Could i just not sign for the next season?

I fear this is not the end of the story and we'll be crossing paths more than the usual.

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