The Contest

 

“We’re having a contest,” he said, smiling.

One eyebrow arched, I mentally reviewed recent communications and asked, “We are?”

“Yep.” Still smiling.

Wow. I must have missed the memo. I cocked my head and smiled back, quizzical. What are you talking about?

Silence.

“We’re both trying to outlove each other.”

Well, then. 

Let the contest continue!

 

 

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