this random person talked to me today
him: hey, can i have a pencil?
me: no.
him: you have a whole pile of them right on your desk!
me: and?
him: can i have one?
me: are you deaf or something?
him: hey, don't ignore me, i'm talking to you! turn back around!
me: i'm done talking to you.
him: you're stubborn.
me: .......
him: and cute.
me: just take a pencil and leave me alone.
scrawled onto the back of an old barnes&noble receipt
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
