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Helloooo...can you hear me now???

Some people love to hear themselves talk.

To the point where they don't hear anyone else talking. Or don't care if anyone else has anything to say. Or don't even care whether anyone else is in the room with them. They could carry on what they believe is delightful repartee with themselves, alone. For hours. And hours. Probably falling even deeper in love with the sound of their own vocal chords.

Welcome to my lunch with a longtime acquaintance.

It goes something like this:

Aquaintance: "Hi it's great to see you. I've been so busy with...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem <> So, how are you?"

WanderingAmy: "We've been good, I th-"

Acquaintance: "Really, well, things have been crazy with us. The girls have soccer practice every other night it seems, and ...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem <> So how old's your kid now?"

W.A.: "He's two. For his birthday we--"

Acquaintance: "Oh wow, that reminds me of when my son was two and he...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem <> Wow, you eat fast."

W.A.: "Well, I--"

Acquaintance: "Last week I went to lunch with Lindalou, you remember her from the place with the thing, right? Well I...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme <>>. Oh my, look at the time, I've got a million things to...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme <> It was nice seeing you and catching up. We'll have to do this again sometime. But not for a while because I have...me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme me memememe memem, memememe mememe memem mememememe ememem me mememe meme meme."

W.A.: "Bye."

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