Thursday, January 29, 2009

while I wait alone




I say, "Ok you can go...I'm going to sit here and pretend to write something."  
He walks away after saying, "You are so awkward." I do not disagree. I pull my bag to my lap, click my pen, open my notebook and write this.

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