…my head hurts…
My head’s throbbing. I don’t why. But it is. It hurts like a bitch. How that makes sense is beyond me, I won’t even try to make sense of it. It will just add more weight to the pulsing that’s going on in my cranium. Haha, cranium. I like to use big words. Why settle for a four or five letter word when there’s clearly a bigger and better alternative.
I can’t really remember much about last night except perhaps her face. She was pretty. They always are. We had an argument, but it was resolved the only way we know how.
A silence passed between us for what may have been forever.
“So you’re serious about this, there’s no turning back?†asked she.
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