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Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
The Poe in me is grateful for the overcast skies and lack of sunshine.
Making French Fries at the restaurant. Then, enjoying a Salad Kevin tossed up at the house.
The day continues slowly.
Peach. Banana. Dried Apricots.
The tips have been sub-par like whoa. One dollar here. Two dollars there. Nothing substantial like $4 or $5 or $7. But what can I do? I can't control my fate. I accept my defeat.
Fried Tofu with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, Rice, and Garlic Sauce.
Off work and back home.
From Aysena:
"we better think, that everything that happened between us was just a sweet dream and now we are in reality. it must be the best way for you. like a mental disorder . your own desirable world secret . remember, you are Gulliver, you were in magic land with lilliputs, and soon v v soon it's gonna be new adventure in your life. I miss you too, my friend."
That new adventure has already started. I'm getting acclimated. Speaking of which, Ana comes over. She cooks herself a veggie wrap while I wash up some dishes. She just recently obtained a miniature composition notebook to start writing her thoughts and such down. There's a playful battle of possession as I try to read what's in it. She allows me at first but as soon as I get just one second into a sentence her face flashes red with embarrassment and she tries to snatch it back. She hides under her big hair.
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Chocolate Chip Cookies with Milk.
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Up in my bedroom we sit at the computer sharing songs and videos. Somehow we take a turn down memory lane, except it's really just memory lane for me, but she gets a kick out of looking at pictures of me from the early 00's. I locate videos starring old band mates/friends. I had long wavy hair and wore big bell bottom pants a lot back then. She jokes how I look like a 70's man. She reveals some old photos of her from Myspace. We both keep watching and laughing until almost the break of dawn. Time just flies by with her.
I smile and think out loud to her, "Two lives...intersecting. It's too much right?"
Interlocking in the bed. Making love. It's become a ritual now. This relationship is gaining momentum. If I'm not careful I could be blinded by it. But it's not necessarily a bad thing.
Sleep at a real indecent hour.
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