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SurreptitionAfter the locksmith had been and gone, Giovanni woke up and demanded food. He looked flushed and bizarrely annoyed, ever after Saffron had promised to prepare a meal. "You could just go home," she said, sending me a careful Look. I pretended not to notice it, especially since I had almost no idea what it was for. Giovanni's mouth drooped in an offended pout. He walked around and stood behind me, then draped himself over my shoulders so heavily that I had to grab his arms to keep myself from falling down.
"Pundit needs me," he said, not quite whining, but close. "What if he collapses again?"
I failed to push him off. "I'm not going to collapse. Stop being so dramatic." He just kissed my head and stayed where and as he was.
For a second, I forgot about everything but my immediate discomfort. My head ached, my body was thoroughly sore and weak in a cold, dampish way, my stomach an
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 11Curls brushed his ear, he could feel the tickling curve to his captor's hair. "Who"
"Oh, come on, ducks. I expected you to be clever." The arm loosened slightly and the voice dropped in pitch. "Don't disappoint me now."
The arms dropped away from him, leaving him free to jump to his feet and generally give in to alarm. There, lounging on the fitting room bench, was Benjamin Barrett, just as casually wicked as he had initially appeared, presenting a happily enigmatic image. "Well done. There is hope for you after all."
Taivuttaa reached for the lock switch, but a gust of warm air knocked his hand back. "What do you want?" he asked, keeping a wary peripheral eye on Benjamin, an easy task in the intimately enclosed space. "You keep talking like you've known about me for ages, but I have no idea who you are. All I know is that you make Novi nervous and you have a
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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