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<span class="mu-b">You lay awake in bed the night before trying to compose a sufficient answer–one that could convey your feelings as accurately as possible without hurting hers. Not badly, at least.
You know, the type of answer rarer than a two-horned unicorn.
You only had to place your plastic fork down for Liz to sense something amiss, and her eyes burning holes in you from behind her shades didn’t help much. All the same, you were already standing on the edge of the high dive…
All you had to do was <span class="mu-i">jump</span>.
Look, you began, unable to meet the girl’s steely gaze hidden behind her sunglasses, you… you want to talk…
Liz’ stony face didn’t crack one bit. “...About?”
About… well… <span class="mu-i">us</span>, you replied, the last word barely able to wriggle free from your lips. And…
You’d never seen her so pale…Liz knew where you were going, of course, but her face didn’t betray it. She looked like a marble sculpture left on the side of the road… and you knew all too well that your mission to deliver your message lightly had missed its mark.
All you had to do was <span class="mu-i">jump</span>.
“Anton…” Her voice was curt and quiet, barely above a whisper, but buried beneath all of your coworker’s trademark toughness you could hear it:
A trembling.
It’s… it’s not <span class="mu-i">her</span>, you stammered, your hand unceremoniously planting itself into your uneaten torta as you struggled to lighten the blow, it’s… you’ve just thought a lot, and-
A sudden sound from beneath the table nearly sent you leaping from your plastic chair only to find it was Liz adjusting her legs.
All you had to do… was <span class="mu-s">jump.</span></span>
>CONTD.
