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He sipped his coffee as she
regarded him curiously.
"I'm sorry," she explained finally. "I was just a
bit surprised to get your note."
He laughed. "I don't blame you. The boy I was, compared to
the man I am now? I shudder to imagine how I must have seemed to
you. You know, before."
"How have you changed?" she asked nicely, not convinced
at all that any such transformation had occurred.
"Well, my attitude toward women, for one. It used to suck. I
treated them like sex objects, or like items to add to my
collection. So that's changed. I'm much more respectful now. And
I've become a writer. A poet. Of course, that means I am now much
more intellectual and sensitive." He smiled.
"Oh, yeah?" she challenged. "Prove it."
He held up his index finger as he produced a neatly-folded sheet
of looseleaf from his pocket. He cleared his throat and began to
read.
If this had been a silly young adult novel, her mouth would have
fallen open. As it stood, she was merely pleasantly surprised.
"Wow. I mean, that's just, wow. I never expected that from
you." She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you didn't
copy it from somewhere?"
He grinned. "Hey, I told you: I'm a changed man."