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"I've discovered something new today," I said. We sit across from each other in a way that won't annoy single people by looking like clingy lovers. Our hands are barely touching, and it feels nice this way. A bit like we're a secret that keeps people guessing. You look up with a brightness in your eyes and go, "Yeah? What'd you learn?" And, of course I have it in my purse, I pull out a Cosmopolitan magazine and show you the article about sleeping positions. There are quite a few, but we quickly point out that I sleep in the foetus position and you sleep like a yearner. And I don't like the fact that I'm apparently sensitive on the inside and the tough exterior is just a mask, but you laugh it off and comfort me. "Think about it this way. I'm the stubborn yearner that doesn't change their mind, and I chose you." Then you take the magazine and rip out the page saying its ridiculous because we don't sleep alone and our position together works out just fine.
