When I say I have no friends here, it's terribly misrepresentative. I have exactly one friend here and she is a fucking ray of sunshine. I would take one best friend over twenty drinking buddies any day.
Sjanneke is endlessly wholesome (runs marathons, taught in Africa, works with special needs children), an excellent foil to me. She does things like needlessly abbreviate words and phrases (coffee is coff-coff, the library is the 'brar) - something I find loathsome when others do it and endearing when she does it. She is, in a lot of ways, the exception that proves the rule.
She drove me to Columbus yesterday and this nectarine was blooming out of her car's cupholder, at its ideal hour of ripeness. After I commented (probably crassly), on the nectarine's fleshiness, she insisted on giving it to me. I refused as many times as I politely could.
So it turns out produce can make my day.
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