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Me:
No.
Taibhse:
Interesting.
I shake my head.
Me:
I'm just tired of hearing the same things every day.
The response doesn't come immediately this time. When it finally does, it feels different. Less teasing.
Taibhse:
Lonely?
The word lands and stays, heavier than it should. Because somehow he always manages to find the thing sitting underneath the thing. My fingers hover.
Me:
Maybe.
I stare at the message before adding:
I just wanted to hear something different.
The typing bubble appears instantly. Disappears. Appears again. I find myself smiling while I wait.
Taibhse:
Okay.
A second message follows.
A man once tried to hire me to determine whether his neighbor was a spy.
I blink.
Me:
Was his neighbor a spy?
Taibhse:
No.
Me:
Then why did he think he was?
The response comes right away.
Taibhse:
The neighbor owned six identical lawnmowers.
