I don’t know why I have a reputation for being mean

Beah and I are facing away from each other, looking at our computers, doing very important work to improve the Internet. You’re welcome.

Beah: How was the meteor shower?
Me: It was nice.
Beah: Was it beautiful?
Me: It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

[pause]

Me: Beah, turn around.

Beah and I turn around and face each other. I look into Beah’s eyes, and feel compelled to revise my previous statement.

Me: It was the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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