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eight

march 23rd, 2017.

you slipped a note into my book as i got my coffee.
i waited till i sat down.
'abandoned isle, 3:10pm.'
as usual i put the note into my book.
i didn't even think about how the druggies would be there at 3:01pm.

i made my way to the isle, waiting impatiently.
someone or something grabbed my arm, pulling me in near.
i was confused and cursed under my breath, when i looked up to see, i was at ease when i saw you laughing at me.
your laughter was infectious, i loved it.

we were almost finished when i heard several druggies getting nearer.
we didn't care, we continued anyway.
deep down i knew we would be spotted.

and soon enough we had been seen.