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“I find that there’s a certain charm in the mundanity of boredom, Nicky. It distracts from the constant need to entertain that a job like this thrusts on me.” Imogen’s hand twisted up from her lap, and she went about the extremely dull task of examining her nails. The polish on them, a stark, startling shade of red, was starting to chip. She would have to do something about that tomorrow, she decided. She went about the mundane task of picking at the frayed edges of the polish as she looked up at Nick again, grin still firm on her face as she tilted her head this way and that. “I’ve got offers. No solid plans, as of yet, though. I’ll certainly be going, whether I take a date or not. I like weddings.”
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“You want me to bore you?” He asked, baffled. It had never once crossed his mind that someone would want that. Sure he enjoyed his habits and routines but boredom? Lord no. Wasn’t it called boredom for a reason?
“Come with me.” He said without thinking. Surely he was better company than any of the other offers. “Maybe you’ll make it all the more tolerable.”
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