Tell me a story please. I asked. I could really do with someone telling me a story.
Okay then. She thought for a moment. What kind of story would you like?
I didn’t hesitate. A happy one. Make it a happy one.
Hmmmm… So…. She took a breath. Once upon a time there was a boy…
That’s a good start.
Thanks.
Go on….
He was a quiet boy. Kind of sad. Kind of lonely.
I sighed. This isn’t starting out very happy.
She gritted her teeth. He was a quiet boy who kept to himself but he was never sad or lonely.
That’s a bit better.
Great. She forced a smile. And one fine day this boy met a beautiful girl.
No!
No? She raised an eyebrow, something I have never been able to do.. One fine day this boy met a beautiful boy?
I shook my head. He doesn’t need to meet anyone. Boy or girl. Beautiful or otherwise.
Fine. She shrugged. Once upon a time there was a boy and he lived happily ever after. How’s that?
Thank you. That was a nice story. The nicest story I’ve ever heard I think.
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