borkos_livejrnl
Mar 04, 2009 11:36
Entry #211
Suddenly, he rounds on me with irritation.
"Why do you keep on following me around?"
Indeed I realize, a gap of at least two paces separates us. We are in ninth grade, standing in an empty hallway staring at each other.
I am confused by the question. I have no answer.
the story of the time traveller