โI feel like Iโm a typo.โ
Ed’s buttery fingers froze mid-way before he could fill his mouth with another handful of popcorn. It was an awfully regular Sunday afternoon. He didnโt shave. She didnโt wax her legs. They were watching re-runs of their favourite show, sprawled on the floor on a messy blanket. It was perfect. For him, at least.
โWhatโs that?โ he asked.
โI feel like Iโm a typo,โ Annย repeated, and looked at him petulantly.
Oh my lord, he thought. He knew what was coming. Slinky was going to slink into one of her moods. Must tread carefully.
โWhat do you mean youโre a typo?โ
โWhat are typos, Ed? They are words that were meant to be something else. They were meant to serve another purpose. But because youโve already pressed โsendโ, theyโre out there now. Lingering, walking around with asterisks on their head, questioning their existence. Do you know what I mean?โ
Ed took a sip of his apple juice. โI think so. But actually, itโs the corrected words that have asterisks on them.โ
โUgh! Technicalities. Iโm trying to make a point here!โ
โSorry, sorry!โ
Ann stared at the ceiling, twisting a strand of her unkempt hair. โTypos are auto-corrected. They are modified into being something they are not. What if Iโm a โgaveโ, and Iโm walking around as a โhaveโ? Typos are anomalies. The outsiders. The odd ducks. I feel like Iโm meant to be somewhere else, doing something else.โ
Ed smiled. He slid an arm around her shoulder. โIf youโre a typo, then I can be your dictionary. We can figure this out together.โ
She sat up. โDamn it, Ed! I DO NOT want you to be my โdictionary!โโ
Uh oh. Why isnโt there a backspace in actual conversations? Argh!
โIโm sorry,โ he said. โI was —โ
โForget it! Iโm going outside to take a walk.โ
Ten minutes later, Ann came back, her nose red because of the cold, and her hair messier than before. She threw herself at Ed and wrapped her arms around him. โCould you just be the squiggly line underneath me?โ she asked.
โOf course. Always,โ he repeated as he hugged her back, and felt her melting against his arms.

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