Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for October 01, 2006

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Val: That young waitress was flirting with you. Phil: Really? I didn't notice. Val: Right...do you realize how lucky you are?? Getting more distinguished every year...while I'm over here fighting crows feet and gravity. Phil: You're gorgeous. But speaking of unfair...do you remember ninth grade? Val: Freshman year? I loved it! It was so great to finally have older guys to go out with! All the guys my age were so...dweeby. What's wrong? Didn't you like ninth grade? Phil: See...I was one of those "dweeby guys" you wouldn't go out with. Val: Oh. It's not the same. Phil: Can I have more coffee?