After a while I asked him if he was having a good time; I'd begun to think he might be getting bored. But he didn't answer me. I don't think he heard. I started to feel jumpy and nervous. I had that feeling you get when something is slipping away and you can't stop it. Like the light on a short winter afternoon. I needed something to happen.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
True Things About Me - Pg 97
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