I can feel her looking at me and it's weird. There's nothing inherently sexual about it, but there is something intimate, like I'm suddenly telling her something ably myself that I hadn't intended. Almost reminds me of Aracely and how she cam read my mind.
"Bored," I tell her with a shrug, although what I meant was 'lonely.' No, not exactly lonely, just tired of being alone. I'm going to ignore her other comment though because I don't want to start thinking she can read minds AND there's the aforementioned age problem.
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Date: 2012-07-29 11:11 pm (UTC)"Bored," I tell her with a shrug, although what I meant was 'lonely.' No, not exactly lonely, just tired of being alone. I'm going to ignore her other comment though because I don't want to start thinking she can read minds AND there's the aforementioned age problem.
"Why'd you take my shirt?"