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“You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.”
I am ripe and wriggly and cannot focus on anything right now. To stand the exhilaration of seeing beyond where I am right now, I must skip with my mouth full of sweets. I sucked peanuts coated in chocolate until my cheeks hurt and my hands were stuck in his thigh pockets. He was in there with me too. There’s lots of room where it’s warm. I contract in the wide white bed and he snuck in and slipped his chin on my chest and I wondered about all the subtle signs I missed. When he plays cards, he holds more in his hand than I do. His strategy is unbeknownst to me and we both said no to a second cup of hot chocolate. He was bored during the movie. I can tell by the way he moves. See how I write of him? He asked me about time today; it moves too fast, he said. I don’t feel time shifting at all until I catch how sad I appear in the mirror. I hate saying goodbye.
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