I was laughing and couldn’t stop. I don’t know why. This was not really a laughing time. But it just kept bubbling up and wouldn’t stop.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He’s good at this:

“I think. . . just. . . don’t ask questions.”

It's like this.


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Mae December said...

I'm confused.

harper & beatrix said...

i'm happy. it's hard for me. i have a constant need to question things, and sometimes, it's better to just let it happen.