thing is i kinda want to know everything about you too. like yeah you're hot but it's not the plant babe with the huge vines and shiny oil i'm texting with. i can't even see the plant babe. talking like this feels like just [...] talking to whoever you are. eureka
i know, and i've denied you that. i always take more than i'm willing to give in return, and i'll do anything i can to avoid feeling vulnerable. i hate exposing my weak spots, and i hate that they're even there.
you're a good man, sal. i'll tell you anything you want to know.
i get that. you don't gotta show your weak spots if that's not your thing. i'm just saying i like you and i can't think of anything you could say bout yourself that'd make me like you less
some other time. don't wanna be asking you things just cause someone feels bad
you're so kind to me. [...] something's broken in my brain because i see that as a challenge, though. i'm a little indignant i'm not getting the chance to be quizzed.
i've been no contact with my family for years but after i learned that my dad died, i drove all the way back to my hometown just so i could break into their house and steal his bag of cremains. i left the urn so nobody would notice and i didn't touch anything else. then i had him put into that hourglass i keep on my desk. i tried to flush the rest of his ashes but he clogged the toilet and fucked up the pipes and i lost my security deposit on my apartment.
you get it. empty empty empty for the dramatic reveal and the who dun it.
i remember eyeballing their cat's litter box but i knew it would give off a smell and then i'd be caught because that's absolutely a Me move. a clean and simple theft was the way to go. in hindsight, i wish i'd stolen some of his personal effects to throw suspicion onto a mystery mistress.
i hope so. i hope the drama and mystery shakes coal city to its core.
any little interest or hobby i had that brought me a scrap of joy, he said it was a waste of my time. so i turned him into a fidget toy. i like to spin him around in his cage for fun. it doesn't even measure time accurately.
do they still talk about you back in your hometown
i can think of a lot worse hells than hanging out with you on your desk so it sounds like he oughta be grateful he's doing something funny with his life. death. whatever
i'd like to think i was the most interesting thing about that town. maybe they do. i haven't asked.
he should be grateful. you're right. he could be collecting dust on a mantle in a filthy little house that reeks of cat piss, and now he gets to watch me play factorio and eat my snickity snacks and jerk off.
yeah. i'd feel better than you going alone. not that you need a bodyguard but maybe you're gonna need to punch someone out and not get it traced back to you
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thing is i kinda want to know everything about you too. like yeah you're hot but it's not the plant babe with the huge vines and shiny oil i'm texting with. i can't even see the plant babe. talking like this feels like just [...] talking to whoever you are. eureka
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you're a good man, sal. i'll tell you anything you want to know.
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some other time. don't wanna be asking you things just cause someone feels bad
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i remember eyeballing their cat's litter box but i knew it would give off a smell and then i'd be caught because that's absolutely a Me move. a clean and simple theft was the way to go. in hindsight, i wish i'd stolen some of his personal effects to throw suspicion onto a mystery mistress.
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why put his ashes in your hourglass
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any little interest or hobby i had that brought me a scrap of joy, he said it was a waste of my time. so i turned him into a fidget toy. i like to spin him around in his cage for fun. it doesn't even measure time accurately.
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i can think of a lot worse hells than hanging out with you on your desk so it sounds like he oughta be grateful he's doing something funny with his life. death. whatever
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he should be grateful. you're right. he could be collecting dust on a mantle in a filthy little house that reeks of cat piss, and now he gets to watch me play factorio and eat my snickity snacks and jerk off.
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thanks for telling me your secrets
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still hold your interest, i take it?
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yeah. you're my girl. i hope everyone who's hurt you gets what's fuckin coming to them
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and this is why you're my guy.
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it's just that the bad memories overpower the good ones. i was in survival mode all the time.
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