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Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.
I wrote that one word over and over again on a memo pad while listening to the weekly board meeting. I admit my mind's someplace else. Not in here. Not with these people. My mind is placed on a stork's bill, as it flew up and away. It was Zyra's turn to read the minutes of the last meeting and I, hating that part most of all, let my mind drift away.
Boy friend. Boy friend. Boy friend.
If you divide this word by its two syllables, you'll get a completely different meaning of the word. Semantically, it would mean something less. Less intimate, less passionate. Crazy how a little space, or one press of a spacebar makes so much change.
