I don’t eat paint chips

Someone outside is smoking marijuana. The thick scent is delicately tugging at me. I’m alone right now and feeling it. I want to be years ago, and changing what I did. Knowing what happened. Course, I’ve thought about jumping into people like that before. Being able to go back to when I first met someone, but with everything I know now. “Hi! My name’s Jhayne. You’re going to whisper my name one night and I’m going to hate you for it. You like peanutbuttercup ice-cream and I’m going to introduce you to your favorite movie. We’ll sleep in the same bed when I stay over at your place, and though you’ll want to, we’ll never have sex.”

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