I said  “you could at least try to communicate”.
He said “how is the weather over there”. “It’s
rainy but not cold”, I said. “It rains a lot here”,
he said. “Not a lot here”, I said. “It’s cloudy”,
he said. “Here too”, I said. “Like between you
and me”, I added. “I don’t know what you are
talking about”, he said. I sighed – and finally,
finally: I gave him up! So now it’s just you and
me: the reader and the writer. It will be okay.

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