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3 days later
The grinding sound of the office printer starts as it prints the photos I've taken, along with their rightful captions. Fionn's few takes come out and I smile.
The caption below the photo:
Fionn. He was a stranger here, but now a friend. He drives a fast car, one I've ridden twice. He smokes three Marlboro cigarettes a day, but not on weekends because he sees his mom on those days. He introduced me to half•alive and I have yet to contact him about his playlist. Wingston Park, September, 2018.
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Friday
On Friday, I send him a text. I send a 'hey' and forget to say who I was. My phone buzzes on my night stand and I pick it up to read a text from him.
Fionn :)
Who's this?
Lola:
This is Lola, sorry.
Fionn :)
Have you texted for the playlist?
Lola
I did actually.
And to chat for a little, I think to myself. My phone buzzes a second later.
Just got out of school I printed some of my photos the other day and I'm almost finished. You?
Fionn :)
I'm in the library Promise to show me once your done. I have every right.
Lola
You do! Haha. I promise.
A minute passes and there's no response. I click on the link he sent me to listen to his playlist. My eyes gaze on the familiar songs on the top of his list.
