it was sort of fun. sort of.
him: so, what should we do?
me: you didn't even come up with something to do?
him: well i didn't think you would actually come along.
me: i was so bored that it must have caused me to think irrationally. don't think much of it.
him: you know, you're really smart.
me: it's good that you've noted how inferior you are.
him: want to go bowling?
me: er...
him: scared to lose to me?
me: never.
written in the back cover of a midsummer night's dream
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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 ]
