Remote Control

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I show Becky the text that I sent.

‘And you sent it…?’

‘Monday evening.’

It’s now Wednesday.

‘But that’s fine!’

‘It’s not fine!’

She picks up my phone.

‘This is what he’ll have done…’

Ooh roleplay.  Fun!

‘So, wait, what time did you send it?’

‘Half 9.’

‘OK, hmm…so what do guys do in the evening?’

I laugh. ‘I dunno!’

‘Let’s say he’s watching TV.  He’ll get your text, read it, and think ‘I’ve read it’.  And then back to the TV.  I wouldn’t worry about two days.’

Secretly glad she didn’t see me after two hours.

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