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Shit That’s the right word for it … just about sums up my entire life at the moment

My coworker and cautious compatriot for the su, exhausted sigh as he eases himself down beside me and tries to show me the bite mark on his ankle

I’ over the pack of cigarettes in

“… that’s crazy, right?”

“Crazy,” I say, absentmindedly

Rob stops talking and leans forward, forcing himself into my line of vision He waves one hand in front of my face, and I slap it away

“Earth to Teddy,” he says “What’s up with you lately? I mean … you’ve always been a mope, but lately it’s like you’re off on another planet” He stops and eyes ood look at ht of the streetla?”

“Ha” I alh That’s not the first tis … but the last time I actually was Not quite meth caliber, but it did leavepu sensation at the back of my eyes

Rob’s hand snakes out and snatches the cigarettes froood smack, and pulls one out for himself When he hands the pack back, he leaves his hand on

He’s really not a bad looking guy, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to think of him in that way Not that he hasn’t made a move He’s made it very clear that he’s into me, and I’ve done my best to keep him at bay over the last few months

I jerk my hand away and take out one of hter I’ve never shteen oh … fifteen ot into any kind of trouble, but so ht it would