“That can’t be true.”
“I swear it is. On my cat, on my sister. For fuck’s sake, I’ll swear it on my laptop, that’s how serious I am.”
“Are you okay?”
“It’s just… This is giving me a lot of feelings.”
“Three, right off the bat. One, I want to cry. Two, I want to punch something. Three, and most importantly, I want that something to be somebody’s face. As soon as I find out who that somebody is. Fuck.”
“’m sorry I couldn’t get that part.”
“Naw, man. Y’ did good. But I would very much like it if you weren’t here when I indulged in Feeling Number One.”
“I’ll hold you? Comfort you? … Make sexual advances?”
“Stop making me feel better, you fucker.”
“Aye aye, Cap’n.”
Grass prickly soft underhead, under hair, cheek pushed in it while she watches his eyes blink open close.
"Good sky for falling," he says, rolls his head to watch her right back,...
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