P (very vocal New Yorker): "So you're all alone here for hours every day?"
Me: "Yep."
P: "God. I'd go crazy. I need to talk to someone, all the time."
Me: "We're different people, P."
Yes, yes we are.
He laughed at me for a long time. I stick out like a sore thumb in these parts because I'm not forthcoming with everything going on in my head. I wouldn't have it any other way. So there.
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