I kicked at a branch that lay at my feet and mumbled an answer. My eyes didn’t leave the ground and my replies never rose above monosyllables and she still didn’t realise.
I cringed with every banal question that came and felt sick to my stomach as she carried on.
I can’t handle small talk.
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2 opinions for On The Platform
Jesse
Mar 23, 2006 at 10:51 am
That’s me. I can’t stand talking about the weather
Alan
Mar 24, 2006 at 1:34 am
I would answer this but I don’t much like small talk….. ;-)
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