Its 11:30 at night and we are on the phone and it is last conversation before the Last Conversation. You're talking about your crawfish and it doesn't even matter that you named it Tucker or that your sister is taking care of it and your speech and my focus start to slow until there is just breathing coming from both ends of the phone and we fall asleep. (Something I never told you: Your alarm woke me up that Wednesday.)
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Rothko
THIS IS SO CUTE
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE SO CUTE
THE ALARM PART.
CUTE
UASDFJAWELK.
ReplyDeleteHis alarm.
Oh my oh my.
oh my are you kidding me why I am I in love with your writing and your art.
ReplyDelete"and it doesn't even matter that you named it Tucker"
why does that punch my heart.
the Last Conversation. I hate it. but I love what you write.
im obsessed with this oh my gosh alarm ah ah ah
ReplyDeletelike how did I not see this earlier
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