by foreverthesickestsam » Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:32 am
Frisco giggled "Never!" she mocked, she struggled playfuly around before finally slowing down and stoping her flailing aound and just gave a lick to Tassles cheek "I like you Tassles...alot....no...I....i love you.." She whispered, she had let the cat out of the bag, she had yet again fallen hopelessly in love, but this time, could it really be true?
When you drive home that night with the cage
belted into the passenger seat, the bird
makes a sound that is not a word
but that you immediately recognize
as the sound of your mother’s phone
ringing, and you know it is the sound
of you calling her again and again,
the sound of her not answering.
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