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Eric Walters

“I’ve had too much honesty today. I didn’t know my taking
care of people was such a problem.”
“It isn’t. It’s one of the things that makes you such a special
person.” She paused. “It’s just that you always want to do the
responsible thing, the right thing, the—”
“The boring thing,” I said.
“I wasn’t going to use that word,” she said. “I was going to
say the safe thing.”
Safe and boring sounded like the same thing to me.
“Come on, let’s get ice cream. It will make everything
better,” she said as she pulled open the door and ushered me
inside.
I doubted that ice cream could make it better. It was bad
enough to be dumped by my boyfriend for being boring, and
worse to find out my best friend thought of me the same way.
“And what can I get for you girls today?” the man behind
the counter asked.
“I’m thinking,” Ella said. “So many choices.”
“While she’s thinking, I’d like a single scoop of chocolate
on a—”
“No she doesn’t!” Ella exclaimed.
“Yes I do. You know how I always get chocolate—”
“Yeah, on a waffle cone. Everybody in the world who
knows you knows that. Today you don’t want chocolate.”
“But—”
“No buts. Chocolate is what vanilla people order when
they’re too chicken to even admit that they’re vanilla people.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I’m right.” She turned to the man behind the counter.
“You know I’m right, don’t you?”

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