by Ari Collins
I sat on my suitcase and waited for our cab in the pre-dawn cool. "Can't believe I'm fucking up."
She shrugged. "It's not too late to change your behavior."
"What? Oh, no, I meant, like, 'I can't fucking believe I'm up.'"
"Oh."
"Wait, what am I doing wrong?"
"You're fine. I mean... nothing. Never mind."
Friday, November 27, 2009
That Was an Awkward Vacation
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