They tried backpeddling like, “But you look great (for your age) and are so awesome and byeeeee!” as they backed out the door.
I like being alone. Being alone is great as long as I can listen to podcasts.
It’s funny, that thing about absence and the heart.
At this point I’ll be lucky to have a sexually confused hermaphrodite wet-dream because I’d give it a 99.9% chance that I will be dreaming out water damage, broken pipes, and jumping off the roof in order avoid dealing with this house.