i'm never living this down.
me: oh god, i've never danced like this before!
him: you look like an old lady trying to be hip!
me: once these people start grinding - i'm out!
him: i dare you to stay in the mob for thirty seconds!
me: hell no.
him: i believe in you.
me: where are you going to be through all of this?
him: standing a good seven feet away, timing you.
me: oh no! not this time! you have to last with me!
him: i don't want to grind!
me: then why are you making me?
him: i'm a teenage boy.
me: sicko!
him: at least i'm honest.
me: well, i'm a teenage girl.
him: ...
me: dance with me.
him: what about the mob?
me: screw the mob. and dance.
him: are you in... a mood?
me: don't make me re-think this. i'm feeling young.
him: you are young.
me: you're just scared you won't be able to keep up.
him: it's on.
me: like donkey kong.
him: let's get closer.
so many scraps,
messy & uneven,
scrawled over cvc receipts.
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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 ]
