i dislike a lot of people but i think he's in the top five
me: what are you doing?
him: drawing.
me: if you're drawing, then why do you keep looking at me?
him: and you call me the stupid one. i'm drawing you. silly.
me: why are you drawing me?
him: i don't really know.
typed on the bottom of an old essay draft
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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 ]
