Pal calls to wish me more than a month after my birthday and as usual rains some topics on me before hanging up. P considers her a wild thing(Did I make him think that?). After I finish talking, he tells me (don't know if he means it!) that I shouldn't talk to her so much, lest she spoil me. And I, who Pal calls a wild thing, feel a pang of guilt towards Pal and him both, which I bury in a fit of laughter. Life is surreal right now.
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