We were ending a phone conversation.
I said, "hurry, make your way my way."
He said, "I am making my way your way."
Wow.
If we weren't speaking of getting to a location, if he wasn't like a brother and if that man didn't get on the train eating funky beef and broccolli, I'd still be imagining what his making my way his way could mean.
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