"Hey, we've never really talked."
I imagine surviving an earthquake.
"We never talked."
I dig my nails into something red.
"We've never really talked."
I cough.
"We never talk."
I wipe the spit off my lip.
"Hey, we've never-"
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
"Hey, we've never really talked."
I imagine surviving an earthquake.
"We never talked."
I dig my nails into something red.
"We've never really talked."
I cough.
"We never talk."
I wipe the spit off my lip.
"Hey, we've never-"
Rewinding the VHS for the next customer.
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