My dark-haired shadow invited me out last week. We took a long and winding journey through her living room. We arrived at the place where pale skin presses against years of patience. A Pyrrhic victory.
Later we went out to flashing lights and overpriced food. We shouted our pleasure at one anothers' company. We could scarcely hear ourselves over the din of remixed nostalgia. I left her with a goodnight, and we didn't speak for a week.
11:57 a.m. - 2016-09-26
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