I hate this fucking phone.
I love this women sitting next to singing along with Diana Ross."I'm crazy to think you are all mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
There's a place in my heart for you
That's the bottom line."
A week.
Pages.
Scenes.
Words.
Memory.
Age.
Tired.
Fried.
Brain.
Click.
Yes.
Action.
Meaning.
Feeling.
Travel.
Lug.
Early.
Pray.
Stretch.
Strength.
Words.
Flow.
Yes.
Walk.
Coffee,
Black
Snack.
Twain.
Sign.
Bathroom key.
Hello.
Beginning.
Small laughs.
Scene.
Silence.
Scene.
Just words.
Thank you.
No, thank... you.
Fuck!
Question.
Purpose?
Moving.
Done.
Amateur.
Train.
Text.
Leaving.
Bye!
Suitcase.
Lug.
Bus.
Harlem.
Home?
Word.
Roomie.
Swoon.
Doing?
Going.
Maybe.
Bus.
Something?
Yelp.
Coffee.
Sandwich.
Here.
Broken glass.
Help.
Better.
Words.
Phone.
I love this fucking phone.
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