two hundred one. [If your colours were like my dreams!]
“Oh, turn this up!” exclaims Stephen, flailing a bit and Mallorie rolls her eyes but obeys. “I love this song.” He is soon singing along, only slightly off-key. “Every day is like survival! You’re my lover not my rival!”
Mallorie’s glad they’re at a stop light because she doesn’t have great faith in Stephen’s multitasking skills.
“Isn’t it the greatest song ever? Don’t you ever think that…that the key to understanding the universe is hidden here, just waiting to be decoded?”
She blinks. “Oddly enough, Steph, no, I have never once thought that. Not ever.”
“You’re thinking it now.”
“True enough.”
Mallorie’s glad they’re at a stop light because she doesn’t have great faith in Stephen’s multitasking skills.
“Isn’t it the greatest song ever? Don’t you ever think that…that the key to understanding the universe is hidden here, just waiting to be decoded?”
She blinks. “Oddly enough, Steph, no, I have never once thought that. Not ever.”
“You’re thinking it now.”
“True enough.”