One eyelid.
Two eyelids.
Snap.
"This is why we shouldn't stay up late anymore."
I keep walking.
I yawn.
He yawns.
His footsteps manages to catch up with me.
"But you're the one who suggested it."
He wobbles.
"They left us on a cliffhanger."
He laces his fingers around mine.
"Yeah but we can totally watch it on the weekend."
He passes me a styrofoam cup.
Steam oozes.
It's hot.
I drink the bitterness
like always.
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Unnecessary Gazillion Of Words (CPN)
RandomA collection of stories with unnecessary words. From getting sick of your friend's maiden heart to destroying the world for fun. CPN style. Experimental at its best.
