i aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing
at old jokes from a wild youth.
- atticus
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"alright," the barista responds, smiling at me as he goes to write my name on the cup. "can i get your name?"
i quickly give him my name, about to respond to a recent text message before he quickly says something else.
"that's a lovely name," he remarks, smirking at me. "got a number to go with it?"
"um-" i look at the name tag on his shirt, and chuckle lightly. "no, i don't. sorry lev."
"but-" he responds, pointing out the phone in my hand.
"nope."
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Nighthawk
Fanfictionn. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
