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7:58 p.m. - 2005-02-04 Old Habits Die HardI walked in the door and told Mike, "I almost stopped at Boston Market on the way home, then I realized that maybe you had already made yourself something to eat, and I would have brought home expensive fast food for nothing." "I was waiting for you to come home because I figured you would bring something home with you....should I go out and get something." he said. "No"...I shook my head. "We are sort of broke and we have enought food to eat around here." 10 minutes passed. It was about 6:15PM. "Could we eat soon?" he said. "sure, when ever you want to heat yourself up something to eat." I answered non chalantly. Silence....Silence...Silence...the Silence was so noisy I could barely hear over it....the tension so thick, I could cut it with a knife. I sort of felt a bit of building resentment eminating from the recliner....then felt the disapation of the resentment when he realized that he had nothing to be resentful about. "Can I warm some up for you?" he finally said. "No thanks...I'll just have a couple pieces of ham wrapped around a piece of cheese and some tomato juice." I said. I felt bad...making him make his own dinner....I'll get over it. P. I. Yarnsmith
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