Laura and I love Prof FAO. We think Prof FAO may even like us. But this is not to say that we share any rapport with Prof FAO. In fact, the certainty of awkwardity has been so ingrained in our encounters that characterizing them as such as become superfluous. Once in awhile, I get in a bout of self panic and think that I am the cause of all the unease. Then conversations like this put my fears to rest.
Laura: I ran into Prof FAO the other day.
Moi: Oh yeah? How is she?
Laura: Well, we sort of just smiled at each other too long and then it was too late to say anything though I think we both wanted to.
Moi: Doesn't that happen every single time you see her?
Laura: Yeah. It does.
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