He stood firm two meters away, awaiting a response like a child waiting for his mother to serve breakfast. I turned my head and my eyes caught his gaze, their pupils dilated searching the Manhattan evening for spectral undertones.
Staring at the black wallet on the desk, hours later, caused me to wonder what may have occurred had it been resting in my pocket earlier.
1 comment:
Rara...make this your college essay.
just kidding.
really.
dont do that.
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