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Well as I was saying said Joe, Loveforlorn was in love with this Chinese woman. He hoped to see her every morning he was out.
He started to sit on a certain bench of mornings waiting for her, like at a bus stop. They talked philosophy. Hers' was eastern, his was his own. In retrospect, she just assumed he was east-ignorant. She was near as arrogant as he. If someone tried to stop him, say with a question, she would just keep on going, and he had to break it
off and run to catch her. He never ran for a woman before. He loved it. He did get one thing from her. She was considering him. Joy of joys.
Then he did not see her for quite awhile. When finally she made a reappearance, she had been working at a poverty center and started early. She was a socialite he thought. But he didn't ask these questions. He was interested only in her present-being, not her other places and times self. He thought what a relationship with her might be like. And he had no idea. None. Why even speculate?
At some point his age came up. She was probably twenty years younger. He was honest. "You have to be honest", he said. She said, "I don't believe it. You have the mind of an eight year old". He took it as a compliment. But he was taken aback. He had been told before, the mind of a ten year old, but never eight. He must be getting better. He was having second thoughts. It was the language thing. He hadn't thought of it before, in the detail required here. He was being considered.
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