It's so odd, that a year ago I was thinking that DB thought I was socially reclusive when, in fact, she took my monosyllabic responses and abrupt leaving at the end of a party to mean that I was cool. Cool. Because I had better places to go and people to see; when I was only going to see Re to moan about the fact that I was socially ridiculous.
DB thinks I'm cool. I think she's achingly cool, which makes me slightly less so, but I am getting better at having conversations with her with time.
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