“I’m sorry about the fight.”
“Yeah. I know. Me too.”
They sat in companionable, relieved silence for a minute.
“It’s just that it’s your fault.”
“What? You started the argument.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Okay. If you say so.”
“Whatever. It’s not like it really matters.”
“Sure. Of course not.”
They sat in spiky, broiling silence for a minute.
“I have to go.”
“Bye.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
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Oof. This is painful. Also makes me think of so many situations that I’ve been involved with. Powerful.