i'm running low on tea. and what's left of it is now cold.
but it's still sweet and creamy, with enough kick to keep my eyes open for at least a few more hours.
my belly is nearly empty. that's because there were no eggs for breakfast, as i had been promised.
his word isn't any good, and he doesn't respect me enough. but his smile works, his eyes are deep, and his voice just kills me.
so he is forgiven.
each moment i spend with him is an act of sabotage.
and for what? a poorly kept secret and a summer of awkward suspense. but how happy this makes me. . .an ounce of satisfaction goes a long way these days.
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