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Text conversation. The dynamic of our relationship in a nutshell.
  • (Last night I get this text message while drinking and respond like an asshole as follows: )
  • Pre-Med: I ALWAYS think about you at this time of morning... Don't be overly flattered or feel that you are extra special. This could simply be the Pavlovian equivalent of my mental drooling over you synchronized to an innate ringing of some part of my biological clock.
  • Me: Can't understand that cause I'm drunk!
  • (Today I send this text message and get a dose of my own medicine. This is what we do.)
  • Me: There's this painting in here that I never really paid much attention to. I see now that it's an Early Modernist work from the U.S.S.R. and I have a totally different view of it. This is the curse and blessing of education, I think. I'm looking at this painting and seeing these goldfish in this tiny bowl with all this nice neat stuff around them and flowers. But they're in a fishbowl. Workers' paradise. But this guy maybe just wanted to paint fish ya know.
  • Pre-Med: You are in a fishbowl right now.

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