Afterwards, I stuck to
my plan of broaching the subject of a more steady
relationship between us. I assumed Greg would jump
at the suggestion but he said he'd have to give it
some thought. And then he did something I never
expected him to. He pulled out his journal and read
me one of his poems, which he wrote in Spanish when
he lived in Central America. I know what you're
thinking, that this is the worst kind of sensitive
guy cliche, alright I agree with you. But on the
other hand, it was nice, really nice.
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