So there we were a few days ago, finishing our Chinese dinners before dashing down the street to choir rehearsal. After cracking open my fortune cookie, rather than reaching into my pack for my eyeglasses, I asked my companion if he’d read my little slip to me. (Ah, the joys of getting older.)
After he recited my fortune, I replied, “You’re making that up, right?”
I was rather impressed, actually, and he does have a great sense of humor. Not bad for improv.
“No, here it is. You read it.” Which I did:
You are a lover of words someday
you will write a book.
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