“The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.”
Any time I play a friend in tennis, 1 of 2 things happens (if not both): 1) He brags about winning 1st in some local tournament or 2) he hurts himself and can’t play anymore. He says he’s the better tennis player of us two. But honestly, the better tennis player wouldn’t boast. The better tennis player would also take care of his body. But sure, he’s the better tennis player all right.
Her: Come over
Me: Cant I’m making funny baby noises at my dog.
Me: I’m making funny baby noises at my dog.