Went to the Blue Moon Cafe' for burgers tonight with Pat. He picked me up in front of the Uptown after I called him from the bus and told him I'd had another bad day at work. I felt my friend's sideway's glances. Was aware that the clay I had built over my face during an afterwork therapy session was beginning to crack. And here was this man, telling me I looked gorgeous, even though I knew I didn't, telling me how glad he was that I was okay, who came all the way from West Seattle so I could have comfort food. Not boyfriend, girlfriend, a best friend.
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