SCOTT

FIVE

Fifth day...

I stroke his hair because he said he like it when I do it.
Mitchy?
Hmm...
I love you.
I love you too.

He looked at me and peck on my lips then close his eyes again.

Mitch?
Yes?
Can I ask you something?
Sure. What is it?
Uhmm...

Scott?
Can you describe me?
Describe? Like your appearance...
No. Uhmm... I mean just say something about me.
Like what?
Anything.
Good or bad?

I punch his arm which I'm sure it doesn't hurt him.

What do you mean by that?
I was just kidding.
Well?
Well what?
Answer my question.
Okay...

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