"yknow what's funny?" she asks me. there doesn't seem to be much humor in her smile. i'm looking through her eyes like a kaleidoscope- full of layers and layers of intrigue.
i pause what i'm talking about. something about how silly school is and how one day we'll be nothing but dust. "huh?"
she has an impish look to her. i expect she always had. her lips turned slightly upward, the ghost of a constant smirk. "everyone else infuriates me. except you."
i laugh. teenage musical angst. broken piano boy music is blaring through the speakers of my tv. weeping into my sinuses with fuzzy static.
there's a thousand ways to say "i love you" and you always pick the best ones
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drainage
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