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"sometimes he speaks to me in french"
"don't you take spanish...?"
"yeah"
"so...do you even understand anything he says?"
"some things"
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"you remind me of someone when you stand like that..."
"who?"
"i can't quite place it. someone familiar but for some reason, i'm having trouble thinking of it"
"i hope not an old boyfriend"
"no. definitely not one of those, someone else. oh yeah..."
"who?"
"no, nevermind."
"tell me"
"it's just...well for that second. my mother"
"ouch"
"sorry"
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"we talk every night, but i don't really get him."
"what do you mean?"
"i don't know. i feel like i'm either not listening enough or maybe i'm listening too hard."
"too hard?"
"yeah, i just get nervous there's nothing left to hear"
"wow, and all this time you've been wanting to be with him and already..."
"i know."
tsktsk.
i keep writing conversations like that on the backs of my homeworks. i'm not sure why, they don't have a point and i don't particulary like them. either way it doesn't really matter. last year i wrote continuously. i think, maybe i just acted like i did.
i have basically stopped writing.
i would pay someone a dollar for a muse.