"Hmm..."
"What is it?"
"Ya know those sweethearts?"
"Those what?"
"You know, those little candies you can get around valentines that'll have like 'I love you' or 'be mine' and stuff on them."
"Yeah...What about 'em?"
"Well, sometimes they don't have anything on them. They're just like a forgotten wordless misprint..."
The leaves were crunching against our feet. Our beautiful feet. I was cold and I knew exactly what I was saying. I smoothed my hair and with a slow bright toned whisper, I said,
"...the misprints are always the best..."
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
"Hmm..."
"What is it?"
"Ya know those sweethearts?"
"Those what?"
"You know, those little candies you can get around valentines that'll have like 'I love you' or 'be mine' and stuff on them."
"Yeah...What about 'em?"
"Well, sometimes they don't have anything on them. They're just like a forgotten wordless misprint..."
The leaves were crunching against our feet. Our beautiful feet. I was cold and I knew exactly what I was saying. I smoothed my hair and with a slow bright toned whisper, I said,
"...the misprints are always the best..."
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