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oliviaface:

needy:

because we can talk about anything. and we do. we talk about everything. it’s discursive and i enjoy it. we get nostalgic and sad and then we say something and we both laugh about it. we’ll both start talking at the same time, and then we’ll both stop and then we’ll laugh. i love when people laugh. and we’ll talk about things that i don’t like talking about and we’ll talk about things that we haven’t talked about in ages. then there will be some silences when neither of us can think of anything to say and one of us will say something so absurdly stupid. and i won’t want to get off the phone, but i have to. or you’ll have to. then we won’t talk on the phone for another week or month and it will be the same. i love that.

We said goodbye to our friend and began our two-mile walk home. Jeez, it was so fucking hot outside. The sun beat down on the back of my neck as I was sure it did the same to Dan’s. That didn’t stop us from holding hands. Cos that’s what you were supposed to do with someone of whom you were “going out” with exclusively. There were times when our hands got way too sweaty, and we’d have to wipe our palms on our jeans. He’d laugh, and I’d giggle nervously as he put my hand back in his again.

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Four hours early, to be more specific—which means the husband and I get to enjoy coffee & pajamas and rain pouring down:

That’s falling off the awning in our backyard.