Red String (joshler)

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this morning you walked into the Starbucks, your eyes red. Not the kind of red that leads to feelings of floating on clouds, way up high in the periwinkle skies, but the kind of red that weighs you down.

I didn't ask about it. Just rang in your order like always. I wrote your name on the cup without you needing to even tell me. I never spelt it wrong.

Tyler.

T-Y-L-E-R.