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its ten ten the voice says though the letters on the page, and she adds the first ten and the second ten to make twenty. "did you know that ten ten can be broken into four five minute periods or five four minute periods or..." her voice trails off as he puts his two fingers up to her two lips. "shes rambling on again," he thinks, "her and her stupid letters", and he hears words coming from her mouth, but they dont really say anything as usual, and its really sort of sad, just a girl and her letters who doesnt realize that he stopped caring a long time ago. he puts a finger to her lips and they are so soft.. it was really two fingers, but he was never one to notice details. it wasnt just rambling to her, and she didnt know not to know any better. "but i want to tell you..." blah, blah, blah, its nothing he hasnt heard before, just words, even if the meanings are skewed and twisted in her silly way. his fingers are still on her lips and his mind moves fast, speeding with images of her smooth naked skin against the pure white sheets, and hes angry because she isnt pure like them anymore the truth is she said no, voiced it like a mantra, so that it would sound like a black and white poloraid, with no grey area in between, and he ignored it. he ignored it, because he himself lacked the quality of color. "baby, i dont really think, i mean, i dont..." "SHUT UP" he sceamed, "shut up, shut up, shut up." he pretended not to hear her. as washed up as she was, he was the ocean that spit her back onto the shore, and she was his. he could be the current that sucked her out, or the wave that carried her home.. but she didnt have a home to go home to anymore.