'Hey,' it said.
I typed slowly, carefully reading my text.
'Hey Kevin,' it said. Should I send it? Too late. The car shook and my thumb hit send. Ahh.
The little cloud appeared with the moving dots.
'Sup Coco, just wanted to say hey,'
'How's stuff?' I asked.
'Eh.'
He sent me a smiley face and suddenly it was emoji wars after that.
Dinner was delicious and I feel asleep dreaming of Kevin and I talking.
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Disabled
Historia CortaWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
