no quiero trabajar

i thought of asking him to come.

in twenty-three years i had never eaten alone in a restaurant. it was a sudden and pretty bold move. it just took me one minute to get there and thirty seconds to realize nothing is ever that far away. i sat alone, ordered alone, read alone, people-watched alone, ate alone, paid alone and left alone. if i said i never go inside places and think i could leave with somebody, i would be lying. sometimes i imagine it all in my head.
- why are you sitting alone?
-join me.

of course, this was just a condensed conversation. it would take me hours to explain the moment i passed the butter or the ketchup stain incident or how i convinced the other person to leave with me. how i bribed, with what? so, i am no going to. far too revealing.

and then, maybe not. i would have to explain the tattoo yet again.

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one of my cats is in love with the rabbit, while the other eats away at my wood door.