That awkward moment when you are sitting next to people who gossip too much that you are even scared of leaving them cause you know that you are next.
I won’t discuss non-discussable things with her, like the sound of silence or the vertical dimensions of an awkward moment. Those sorts of things are best left unsaid, like the last time I told her...
Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?
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