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talking to his new girl

she studies the history of colors in a building that lacks it i study garbage tossed on the side of the street and worn out faces on the city bus i write simple words in a coffee stained notebook she writes long, complicated sentences, elaborate explanations, provides examples on crisp white paper Font size 12 Ariel Black she asked me what do i do? and i said i am a hostess at a restaurant but hopefully, one day, i’ll get to sit around and do nothing when she left, i thought our exchange went smoothly the next morning i heard she said our conversation was awkward
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May 31, 2015
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