i was gnawing away at a friendship today. gnawing and needling as i put out the washing. sharpening my teeth. we sparred, giggling and parrying, storming and snorting convulsively. i thought he would be angry at me. but i guess it's just that kind of friendship. the kind you can grate away at and manicure your claws on because you're bored, and know you'll go back to normal once your hackles have settled.
i do miss the delicacy of fragile feelings. i think i am the old sock of all his friends.
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god you're amazing. you're from this whole other planet, called 'amazing'.
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