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After all, it was a foreign language being read to him but despite its blur to his mind it dazzled him in new vocabulary that he would look up in his dictionary later. The role of boyfriend to Seong Seob was peculiar but the human gourmandized touch above all ambrosia. It was a special sensory input to the reticular formation of the brain.
"I don't know what his problem was," Mark said. "My mom said that he had a bad time in the Korean War. But . . ." "How's your mom doing?" "Fine. She's got a boyfriend with a bike. They tool around Albuquerque, have a good time." "Love it! Look, I'm out of here." "See you," Mark said. Oliver walked home thinking that Mark seemed more vulnerable than usual. Everybody's got a story.
Sung Ki began to cry. Sang Huin said, "I want to apologize. I'm sorry if I did something wrong. You wanted a girlfriend and my friendship and I made you have a boyfriend." "It's okay. I liked the feeling then." That friendship had bit the dust. Right before the bus came to a stop, he fell into a dream where there was a dust storm in Pyongyang. He ran into no one since the streets were empty.
Same counselors; but okay, let's be precise: semi." "I feel alone in the evenings." "Read a book." "Too tired to read. Gabriele, why don't you get married?" Gabriele brought the drinks and sat down in her director's chair. "I'd need a boyfriend first." She wondered if she had one, a hundred, or zero. She wasn't exactly sure what constituted a relationship with a man.
It was made all the worse by a temptation to find herself in her former boyfriend within fantasies of him running toward her and sheltering her under his umbrella and within one of his arms. Eager for sanity, she decided upon another trip abroad. At first she yearned to return to Buddhism and saffron or deep dirt-orange robed monks to find an equilibrium and harmony within herself.
"Lily, you ask the same old questions again and again forcing me to come up with new answers to everything from why I don't have a boyfriend to if I take a crap when I get up in the mornings." Rita laughed awkwardly for both were subjects she often asked about. "I want..." She gargled again and spat the mouthwash out. "I like to find out if people's ideas change." "This people doesn't change.
"No, not her." "Who?" "You don't know him. Candyman is his nickname." "A boyfriend?" "No. He is a potential customer maybe he will buy a painting." She threw in some lies. "I'll be back in a few days. Don't worry." "I'm not worried about you," he said in an indifferent tone with a sotto voce of disgust. "When is your game?" "Tomorrow" "What time?"
"How on earth?" "I believe in the sacrament of marriage, Joe. Technically, I'm not a virgin because of something that happened a long time ago. But, actually, I am one." He blinked several times as she continued, "I had a boyfriend for five years. He was divorced. He was afraid of commitment, Joe." Joe took a large swallow of wine. "We used to fool around. Nothing below the waist," she added.
Now I go one time a year to the Bear Mountain meet. Little jump." "You won last year," Sue said. "Year before, Cher." "Claude, have you seen Jim?" "Not today." She frowned. "Bye, Claude. Bye, Patrick." Patrick watched her leave. "So who's Jim?" he asked. "Her boyfriend alcoholic dude, a nice guy. She likes you." Claude drifted along the bar; he knew everyone.
"She works in marketing," Rhiannon said abruptly. "What's wrong with that?" "Oh, nothing. We're not getting along right now. I don't like her boyfriend." "Uh, oh. That's hard," Joe said. "He's such a creep. I'd get my own apartment but I'm leaving. I've never had an apartment." "It's fun," Joe said. "Do what you want. But you have to buy a lot of stuff beds and toasters and things.
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