yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


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he eats cabbage and lima beans, mixing them into little circular blurs on his plate. i eat ramen noodles and purposely slurp and make 'mmm' noises. two nights ago, he called me from memphis and told me he got me a velvet elvis painting. yesterday i checked his voice mail and there was a message saying 'lets have hot sex in your truck again next time you pass through these parts'. and so, he's eating cabbage and lima beans and i'm glaring behind a soup spoon.
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