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SCENE: The maison C*****-McG***, circa 11.30pm. The occupants are slumped on the couch full of PIZZA and BEER consumed to celebrate my PAY RISE, listening to the latest Antony and the Johnsons album. Contentedness is general.
Me: [happy listening]
B: Aw! AWWWWWW! Hee hee!
Me: What?
B: Oh nothing, you just did a cute thing.
Me: What cute thing?
B: Just a cute thing you sometimes do when you're listening to music.
Me: What?
B: No, I'm not telling you or you'll stop doing it.
He still won't tell me, and I am now consumed with curiosity as to what it might be. Do I cross my eyes (as I apparently do when playing difficult bits of music, which I discovered by WATCHING MYSELF ON TELEVISION)? Stick out my tongue? Gurn? Do "jazz hands"? And what other disturbing/"endearing" things do my features do unbeknownst to me? Hmmm.
Me: [happy listening]
B: Aw! AWWWWWW! Hee hee!
Me: What?
B: Oh nothing, you just did a cute thing.
Me: What cute thing?
B: Just a cute thing you sometimes do when you're listening to music.
Me: What?
B: No, I'm not telling you or you'll stop doing it.
He still won't tell me, and I am now consumed with curiosity as to what it might be. Do I cross my eyes (as I apparently do when playing difficult bits of music, which I discovered by WATCHING MYSELF ON TELEVISION)? Stick out my tongue? Gurn? Do "jazz hands"? And what other disturbing/"endearing" things do my features do unbeknownst to me? Hmmm.
