...I had an extrovert.
"I want to watch sports," she says to me a few days ago. "I want to watch basketball."
I found basketball on a sports station. It was not quite the kind she was thinking of, and it was hard to determine what she really envisioned.
It was another moment in many moments when I both admired and felt confounded by her, and vaguely, around the edges of my raw introvert nerves, wondered how we could have so recently shared a blood supply.
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