Sometimes my husband and I have “discussions” where, despite evidence to the contrary, a casual eavesdropper would be likely to conclude that we were not actually in the same place, at the same time.
Rather it might seem that we are conversing across parallel universes where, although we share a common language and are apparently united in a desire to have some kind of meaningful exchange, we are destined to forever miss each other’s point, drifting aimlessly in a sea of monologue disguised as dialogue.
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