January 23, 2007
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"All right then," she smiled. We leisurely walked back to my apartment with our hands thrust in our coat pockets.
When I started awake, she was crying silently. Her thin shoulders shook in bouts under the blankets. I lit the burner on the stove and looked at the clock. It was 2 am, and a pure white moon floated in the center of the sky. I made black tea and we drank it together after she stopped crying. I didn't have any sugar, lemon, or milk, so we drank plain, hot, black tea. Once we finished, I lit two cigarettes and gave one to her. She inhaled the smoke and spat it out three times and then coughed violently for a while.
"So do you ever think of killing me?" she asked.
"You?"
"Uh-huh."
"What are you talking about?"
She rubbed an eyelid with her fingertip, holding her cigarette in her mouth. "That's not an answer."
Posted by tim at January 23, 2007 11:59 PM
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