So Marissa and I are walking along on Friday afternoon, pavement bustling with rush hour traffic. We're discussing the fact that everybody looks so adult and together. And as I say: "Yes, well, we all look poised and confident on the outside, but on the inside we're a mess," I trip and land flat on my face. That is where poise will get you.
PATTOTE: Better living through two bruised knees, a giggling friend and soothing pots of tea.
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I didn't want to laugh, but it was just so damn funny with the inner poise and all.
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