So, P just came home. He's smiling at me and hiding something behind his back, saying: I got you something! All excited, thoughts speed through my mind: a new pair of shoes? A camera? A cashmere sweater? All of Patricia Highsmiths books? A baby? Thriumphantly, he reaches out his left hand, slowly opens it while looking expectantly up at me, and reveals...
A toy car!
"We had a meeting with Mattel today, and could choose any car we wanted! They also had the fancy ones, but I figured you'd like a Volkswagen". Let's just hope he wouldn't use the same reasoning if he were to choose a real car for me.
No, really. Thanks so much! I love you!
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