Ms. Boop and I share a stick of pre-dawn incense and hope for the best, but even the clearest dawn's no inspiration, the sandalwood smoke is pointless, and Ms. Boop (as if she could ever frown) just keeps smiling her cartoonish boop-boop-a-doop smile. The best she can do is to roll her eyes and grin like she grins all day, every day, incense and sunrise pointless.
Betty and I had a thing, ages ago. She had that little black dress and I had a perpetual hard-on, but if you asked her about it today, I'm sure she'd just roll her eyes and smirk.
Doesn't matter anymore, anyway; she's moved beyond all that now; left me behind for a really successful song and dance career.
She still drops me a card once in a while (every 3rd or 5th birthday and the occasional Halloween) with a current photo included. She looks like she never ages, and it's breaking my Monday heart that the latest card opened with, "Hiya, Grampy!"
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