Monday, July 4, 2016

my house mate keeps walking around the fire and like soaking up the heat from it like a sponge.
His friend is so rude though. I begin typing and he puts his hand up on the side of the couch like some Indian gypsy telling me to stop and then persisting in firmly tapping the top of my knee as I sit across to him. Reaching like tugging on his own chest for the pull into his tap.

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