He thought to himself, “I’m too uninteresting to call myself neurotic.” Then, he took that ruthless realization to the orange chair by the balcony and began to pick himself apart for the amusement of no one other than himself.
The girl was 5. She adorably demanded, “What are you reading?” He was happy to see his happy neighbor, so he smiled big at her curiosity and so, he said, “A book about an apartment. On further thought…. “A book about an apartment in Paris.” “Why⁉️” she asked without missing a beat. (Bet it sounded in […]