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Show -324 she always carried I fell in love with her again. Sometimes I think such snap shifts of the emotional gears are a sign of something fundamentally wrong with me. Other times I'm sure nearly everybody in good mental health goes through such rapid changes. Maybe it simply has to do with still being a kid at heart. "We could always be friends," Morgan said again. "We could see each other often." "Why do you really want to split up?" I said. "Because you're not serious. What's going to happen to me when you decide to leave?" "I don't know," I said. "Maybe we could have a kid together first, so you'd have a way to remember me." "Jokes," she said. "A girl gets tired of jokes. And of crazy ideas about life." "If we had a kid who do you suppose he'd look like?'' I said. I took her hand; the plane flew over the last of the mountains and now the Imperial Valley began to unroll itself below us, sloping gently down to Los Angeles. The stewardess came back up the aisle and stopped at our seat. "You're the first person who ever told me my teeth were nice," she said. "And you're right-it really is a klutzy uniform. I didn't mean to get mad; I was just surprised. No hard feelings?" |