"pocky?"
"i think... something like that."
"you mean rocky jonson."
"yes! him!"
"oh."
"you can just go get it from him, right?"
"aha... sure."
"what's wrong?"
"i don't think he wants to see me right now."
"why?"
"we're not on good terms."
"why not? aren't you two friends?"
"i kind of haven't talked to him for two weeks."
g a s p
"yikes."
"it's fine. i'll just take a few extra shifts-"
"wow! i suddenly can't hear."
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music student culture is smashing ur head on the piano nonstop trying to compose a song and calling it modern art form
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Short Story"why are you back again?" "donut worry about that." "..." "..." "did you just-" "yup." #9 in short story [081217]
