"You are never happy." Denise pointed the wooden stir stick at Harry to help make her point. "Never."
"That's not true!"
"Are you happy today?"
"No, but..."
"Were you happy yesterday?"
"But that's when it all happened, Denise. Weren't you listening to my story at all..."
"Do you plan on being happy tomorrow?"
Harry sat up straighter. "Yes."
"Nobody who is happy plans on being happy tomorrow."
Harry was tired of Denise and her Junior Psychologist ways that disguised her love of cruelty and superiority.
"Then I don't need to plan." Harry stood, bumping the cafe table and making Denise catch her latte. "I'll go be happy right now, which starts with me getting the hell out of here."
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