Textual Encounters: 2 by Morgan Parker Read Free Book Online

cookie or sandwich?
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    3:41pm:
    LOL, asshole. I meant no dinner, no dessert. And definitely no sex.
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    Jake
    3:42pm:
    I wouldn’t want it any other way.
     
    3:42pm:
    The way I see this? It’s an opportunity to start off on the right foot. To make things right. To make you see me as the man I want to be for you, not a fuck-buddy.
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    3:44pm:
    Don’t hold your breath.
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    Jake
    3:44pm:
    And don’t be surprised when you wake up one day and realize that you love me.
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    3:45pm:
    I’ll meet you after work. I’ll be in the lobby of your building.
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    Jake
    3:46pm:
    Good. I’ll see you at 5.
     
    3:48pm:
    Oh, right. There you go and disappear. Like you always do.
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Thursday May 2, 2013
     
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    5:43am:
    I’m lying here in bed. Thinking about you.
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    Jake
    5:44am:
    I’m doing the same thing.
     
    5:45am:
    Was I well-behaved the other night? At coffee?
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    5:45am:
    The ultimate gentleman.
     
    5:45am:
    What are you doing tonight? I might just let you take me out for dinner.
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    Jake
    5:46am:
    I would love nothing more.
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    5:47am:
    But it’s just dinner.
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    Jake
    5:47am:
    I get it. Baby steps.
     
    5:48am:
    You’re worth the wait, Katie. I wouldn’t be holding out like this if you weren’t.
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    5:49am:
    Suckit, Jake. Just pick me up at 6 and take me somewhere nice. I’ll be wearing a skirt.
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    Jake
    5:49am:
    You’re irresistible in a skirt.
     
    5:51am:
    OK, see you at 6.
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Saturday, May 4, 2013
     
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    Jake
    2:37pm:
    Katie, are you there?
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    2:42pm:
    Just studying for that quiz I have on Monday. What’s up?
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    Jake
    2:42pm:
    I want you to know something. I can’t think of anything else outside of you. I wake up looking for you. First in my bed – which is weird, because you’ve only spent the night a couple of times – then on my phone to see if you’ve sent me a message that’s never there, then outside in the faces that I pass as I walk to the subway, and then throughout my day in the numbers I see and conversations that I have. At the office, at lunch, while I’m running in the park, when I leave the dressing room, when I’m walking back to the subway after work and finally when I get home. I’m ALWAYS looking for you.
     
    2:44pm:
    And sometimes, when I do see your face in the people I pass, I catch myself holding my breath. I see you in young and old people alike. And you know what I notice, no matter where it is that I see you?
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    2:45pm:
    That hallucinogens are a bad thing?
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    Jake
    2:46pm:
    LOL, no! I notice that you will be beautiful as an older woman. Whether that’s in 10 years or 30, you will be a phenomenally beautiful woman, Katie.
     
    2:46pm:
    And I want to be there with you to experience it. Every aging moment.
     
    2:52pm:
    Are you still there? Did I creep you out?
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    2:59pm:
    I need to study, Jake.
     
    2:59pm:
    Sorry, it’s all very sweet and kind and everything, but I have to get this stuff done. I’ll chat later.
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    There’s a reason I’m reading all of this garbage on the Samsung. And when I hear Will’s footsteps creeping up behind