wander the streets;

 

i'm sorry, young man, i cannot be your friend ;
i don't believe in a   f a i r y t a l e   end. i don't keep my head up all of the time— i find it dull when my heart meets my mind. ( independent multichara blog ; )

devouringstate:

                               “I w…—as busy.”

( he was too, she presumes;

     the few times she’d glanced in through one of the windows,

             he’d been up to his arms (ears? what have you) in customers,

                    and she’d thought better of taking up his space and time. )

                               “I m—issed you, as well.”

                 ( a pause; gaze averted, somewhat timidly. )

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                               “Can I. Can I tell you a thing. It’s—my head is…spinning a little, still, and I think I need to say it to someone who isn’t me.”

( there’s a small smile and a nod.

      that, he can understand- ‘busy’ sums up his life

            this time every year pretty nicely. )

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                      ( his brow creases, concern tugging at him ;

                        willing himself to the most coherent state he can manage. )

                                                       'Course y'can.

                                                          Wha’ is it ?

#continuous excited noises dlhkj  #; muse : eloi .  #devouringstate  

MJ