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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

That time I confused “anatomy” with “archeology.” It wasn’t meant as a roundabout way to call her old. Or even old-ish. I am not that smart.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

Our breathing got heavy, and then she called me “rookie.” Her words: Let’s go rookie. I reminded her I was older. She refused to believe me.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

That girl’s cute, he thinks. He walks toward her and trips on the curb and wants to die right there. She notices him. He’s cute, she thinks.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

I’m wearing a blue shirt, he writes and hits send. She replies with: Who is this? Then: Why should I care? Thus his experiment is a failure.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

She loved me. Until I didn’t recommend her on LinkedIn. But I’ve never worked with you, I explained. She told me I didn’t understand “life.”

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

He was being weird and she asked, Do you even breathe oxygen? but he was awful at science and so he said, Ok? but in the form of a question.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

She says, Who are you? I get up and find my wallet and read the name on my driver’s license slowly. She laughs and then she says, No really.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

The sun came out and it illuminated everything, even the dirt, and in its warmth lay the grand promise of living. And we went for ice cream.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

I told her I didn’t care anymore. She said, Is it the soup? It wasn’t the soup. It was everything else. It was me. But the soup wasn’t good.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

I ordered a cupcake. My date said, That’s so yesterday. I offered her a bite. Only after I’d realized she wouldn’t be a part of my tomorrow.

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