We lie on the grass after.
It’s damp.
I don’t mind.
Neither does he.
He asks if I would go on a date.
I tell him I’m already on one.
He says he means for real.
I don’t want to say yes.
Because I’m not normal.
Dating is.
Normality and Abnormality don’t mix.
But I say yes.
Only because.
He smiles.
I know he is.
He holds my hand.
He squeezes.
I squeeze back.
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Crossed Fingers
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