"Don't I know it? I've heard it all in my day." She waves me off with a little blush. "Now, about lunch---I was going to go with the mashed potato delight, but I'm feeling daring. I might order tater tots instead."
"I told you you're still young and vibrant, Grams. Tater tots are a young person's game."
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["You are weak.]{.smallcaps} Weak and pathetic and... weak!" I berate myself.
My reflection in the laptop screen silently agrees as I set aside the book I've been pretending to read for the past hour.
I promised myself a week ago that, where Samuil was concerned, I'd stay away from the internet. All things Samuil should be learned organically---via text and calls and post-coital pillow c
