I'm almost in love. Very odd. She's preggers. I love her; almost. We'll see. I don't know.
It's many months since we first met. That would have been at the time of the last NBA playoffs. The Heat and San Antonio in the final. We had a brief conversation after I'd appreciated her visage. I told her it put me in mind of the frescos of Pompeii after asking if she was Italian. (I pegged her as a Mediterranean.) She indicated she knew what I was talking about, but told me she's Chaldean. I knew where that was and we got on pretty good. We talked about Iraq... the Assyrians, the Kurds, the Shia and Sunni. How tribal. So much trouble but we got it done. The Parliament is thriving.
Stop the presses! She's preggers.
Oh, I already said that.
How the hell am I going to handle this?
I figure you've got to let them do what they need to.
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