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fifteenth, dec spastically eating clementines left and right, i don't have TIME to throw their shed orange suits in the trash! i've got things to do! i lit two candles with three matches, extinguished the lights and stood wet beneath the wavy shadow of the shower curtain. i never told you before, but i accidentally befriended a bearded man from new hampshire* a while back. i realized today that the minutes we casually talked away could possibly add up to hours when he told me he was going back home; he's all packed, he's waiting for the train. i began spluttering my goodbye as best i could, carefully plucking the prettiest words for The Last Thing I Ever Say to You. you stopped me mid-fucking-this-up: you'd be in tomorrow, you'd wait to say goodbye until then. i smiled, which unintentionally kept it from slipping: i don't work tomorrow. walking home, i think i like it better this way. *(seriously - where the fuck is new hampshire? it's obscure a place as andorra! or kerguelen! he must've seen traces of this question in my eyes, as he explained indignantly, "every time i tell someone where i'm from, they go, 'where is that?'!" i mocked shock, to his approval.) |