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“Who’s your source?”

His eyes are getting darker The pupil is eating the blue, and I think of his elevator eyes Murderous eyes Passionate eyes Crazy-person eyes

“Inside source? Like azines have for celebrities? Are you a celebrity, Lucinda?”

“I don’t kno you know so much”

“I’”

“You know I have roses in ? You’re so full of shit You probably look through e telescope”

“Maybe I have the apartment opposite yours”

“You wish you did, you creep” I’ to feel the first prickles of sweat onin the dark with binoculars

“Well? Are they?”

“They wilted I had to toss the”

His hand slides down oose bulance up at his face His face is set to a default frown

“You’re pretty hot”

“Yeah, but that’s coe” I’m sarcastic as I pull away The bus jolts around a corner and a little wave of dizziness blurssick My body is probably reacting to the stress of the job application process, the kiss, and the lint in Joshua’s eyes

“Looking forward to being annihilated?”

I e the best retort I can