[conversation in which Sam asks what happened]
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Did you talk to her?
Yea.
What happened?
Nothing really. *shrugs* she fell asleep.
Oh. *Sam's silent for a moment* Well there's always tomorrow right?
Yeah. I guess. *lets out a sigh* I just wonder how many tomorrows I'll actually get.
YOU ARE READING
Yarn Ball
Short Story"Time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps going on and on like the string on that ball of yarn." "But eventually it all stops" "No it doesn't. That one may stop but another one begins."
