^part of my bestest friend's love letter paper clipped to my forgotten physics notes (heart emoji) (crying laughter emoji)
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"Oh my gosh, I have news!"
"Good news? Bad news? Middle news?"
"There's no such thing as middle news, then it's not news."
"Please carry on, Katherine."
"I've signed up for studio art lessons, and I'm very excited."
"Congratulations. I didn't know you were an artist?"
"I'm not. Yet."
"I hope you'll be gifting me a piece."
"It'll probably suck."
"Nevertheless."
"Where do you get those three-word-words?"
"The world, Kather. The world is an ocean of words and I'm a sponge."
"A sea sponge?"
"Not literally..."
"Sea sponges are funny looking, and I always want to spell it with a u like s-p-u-n-g-e."
"Like plunge?"
"Exactly."
"Well, it kind of makes sense. The sponges are submerged... plunged into the water..."
"You're never gonna get there."
"At least I tried."
YOU ARE READING
Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
