Damn Cowardice

I knew then that it would haunt me for the rest of the day. I was at lunch earlier with M, and this beautiful girl asked the two of us if we knew in what country they speak Aramaic (Of course, I forgot that it was a dead language, but that didn't matter. I do credit Comme for the help in that). After a minute of guessing and calling a friend, we answered her question and we continued our meals. When it as time to go, I said a couple of inquisitive things to the girl (who was alone and reading a bible) and then I left with M, because it seemed to awkward to stay behind and chat up a stranger. Also, I didn't stay behind because I am a enormous coward in these matters, and to everyone here, I already know that know this. Be gentle you heavenly bodies!



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