damn him, but thank god too.
him: nina, you're cray cray.
me: shut the hell up.
him: how are you going to take six finals in one day?
me: i just want to get them over with.
him: yeah, and fail out of high school.
me: have you no faith in me?
him: i have plenty of faith.
me: then stop complaining!
him: just move at least one to another day?
me: cooper... if i do, i'll miss some of my aunt's art at the gallery.
him: it's not running away or anything.
me: i'm serious. i haven't seen her in forever.
him: she's not gonna jump out of one of the paintings. it's just art.
me: ...
him: don't you want to come to monroe with me?
me: you're going?
him: don't look so surprised, i do have the ability to use logic.
me: well i wouldn't go that far...
him: so how about it?
me: what?
him: take four of them. do the rest another day.
me: i don't know...
him: i can drive to the gallery and text you the play-by-play of what goes on. hint hint, it won't be much.
me: well...
him: come on princess, for me?
me: ...
him: for your sanity?
me: ...
him: for a hershey's bar?
me: ...
him: make that two hershey bars.
me: okay - so which ones should i take on the thursday before the weekend?
him: hook, line, and sinker.
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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 ]
