Like That
Tight deadlines kept me from contacting you sooner. I had trouble overcoming a bad cough all of last week. I shook myself awake and went and got a cup of coffee. You look like crap, she said. Thank you, I told her. You look great. Will you sign this for me? Let’s not waste any more time talking. Your hair looks good like that. Too many tomorrows. I’m not sticking around here. It’s okay. Just don’t talk to me like that.
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- Published:
- 01.31.08 / 3pm
- Category:
- Art

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