A good mood

I’m in a good mood today, I tell X as we walk to the butcher’s. But I don’t know why and it worries me. Go on, say something damning, I say, why are you silent? Two or three times a year this mood comes over me for no good reason and I don’t trust it. Go on, say something, you might as well. You’re an idiot, he says. So are you, I say, as I open the door.


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