i walked straight in and got some hot chocolate, a piece of lemon cake, and my exam. then i went straight for the crooked desk in the back, because it was crooked and oh-so-appealing. i’m almost always the least concerned person in the room, i think.
your voice reminds me of a twelve year-old. and you (someone else), i don’t talk to you much but each time you remind me of what it’s like to be a good person and i thank you for that. i wish i had gotten to know you better three years ago when i first met you. and surprisingly, i ate at picante’s tonight.