he needs to go away
him: it's been a while, friend.
me: not long enough. and don't call me that.
him: three days is a while. and what? friend? i'm sorry, friend.
me: please leave my table.
him: why? am i irritating you?
me: you smile too much.
him: or maybe it's just you who frowns too often.
documented on scrap of paper, fell into guitar
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little talks
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 ]
