hannahdoll
Hello, honey. How was your day?
Busy, busy.
He tapped the end of his lit cigarette onto the floor. Who cares, anyway.
"Almost," she whispered. Her naked fingers tangled in the grass. Her heart was racing and her brow was sweating. He hummed a tune, his eyes tightly shut. The sun cast shadows across the blacktop, the sounds of cars in the distance.
Every few weeks he goes to the barber shop on 4th and Elm St. It's always the same guy working. They bullshit for an hour or so and then he leaves. It's the only time he goes out nowadays. He's usually locked in his house, smoking his Pall Mall's and watching the news.
Everytime she sees the word mango she thinks of him, her ex. She didn't have feelings for him anymore, but she still thought about him. Drinking mango flavored Arizona tea and skipping class. Just to be with him. Two years after they broke up. She didn't have feelings for him anymore. But she misses him. He was special.
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