this idiot won't leave me alone
him: you're in my global class!
me: and you're slow. what are you doing at my table?
him: well you're sitting all alone and -
me: is there something wrong with that?
him: no but i thought you could use some company -
me: go away.
him: why?
me: you're giving me a headache.
him: and you're giving me a heartache.
me: and this is why i don't associate with idiots.
scribbled on the back of an old math paper
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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 ]
