My lungs are full of impatience. Headache and dissatisfaction honing every perceived injustice into weaponization. Caffeine dilates my stomach into a wealth of knots. I clench a brittle jaw against body-wide constriction. Next to me, she murders imaginary villains in the dark. Masking her growing trepidation with gunshots and ammunition grease. The tension builds a Jenga tower of uncertainty. My hands are steadier than hers.
8:56 p.m. - 2015-11-13
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