"I have a degree," she said. "I'm like a smart person."
"So what?"
"Do you?"
"I do."
"But I got mine from Harvard."
"I didn't"
"Loser," she said and walked off with toilet paper stuck to her shoe.
Brilliant, I thought and shrugged.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
