In which James bares his soul.
I know this couple, Anna and Michael. They're - I hesitate to say so, because they're long-time family friends - they're not the nicest of people. Anna has a very quick temper, and can lash out at you for no apparent reason. Michael, for his part, has a stinging wit, and has more than once reduced my mother to tears for no good reason. (This was at a party one time. On the way home, I swear her face was as white as a sheet.)
But they got on extremely well, and have been married happily for some thirty years now. I can't really imagine how this can be, but as Michael is so fond of saying, "She's the sodium to my chlorine."
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I was talking to a woman in a bookstore the other day. I was buying a cheap copy of Julian Barnes's A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters. She had read the book, I discovered when I went to the counter, and she told me that it was an excellent read (indeed, having read it, I can affirm what she said). She told me that the best part was the end - it was a twist that you'll never suspect, she promised.
She was right and all. In the last paragraph, a black man is elected president of the USA.
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I'm amazing.
But they got on extremely well, and have been married happily for some thirty years now. I can't really imagine how this can be, but as Michael is so fond of saying, "She's the sodium to my chlorine."
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I was talking to a woman in a bookstore the other day. I was buying a cheap copy of Julian Barnes's A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters. She had read the book, I discovered when I went to the counter, and she told me that it was an excellent read (indeed, having read it, I can affirm what she said). She told me that the best part was the end - it was a twist that you'll never suspect, she promised.
She was right and all. In the last paragraph, a black man is elected president of the USA.
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I'm amazing.