Masters of Misunderstanding

How lovely life would be if there were no misunderstandings: no sincerity taken as insult, no glance perceived as gaze, no excitement mistaken for stupidity, no genius called lunacy, no boredom caused by buffers, no gestures misjudged as offers, no offers that lead to buffers, no headshakes disguised as listening, no hugs that turn into handshakes.

And no rye bread seasoned with sugar.

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