I catch a smell on the wind and it reminds me of you, wild and free. Or perhaps my brain is so blinded by you in this moment that things that were once unassociated are now associated, all stimuli pass through a filter of you and I grasp at any excuse to think of you.

Work passed by quickly. It was easy-going. The night was slow. She was itching to get out of there. She felt the urge to go out into the warm, sticky night and be able to stay out, and not have to be recalled by the annoying beep of the fryers or the bun warmer, or anything, for fuck's sake, because god knows there are a million things at A&W that ( Read more... )

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