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By TJ Holland Date: 2002 Jul 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.19.23.06.17598]] |
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She: "I'm sorry, I just can not continue seeing you." He: "What?" "It's your sandals." "My sandals?" "Yes. They're sloppy. And you drag your feet when you walk in them. Fffttttt. Ffftttttt. Ffftttttt, they go. All day long as you walk. It drives me round the bend. I can't deal with it. I'm sorry." "You know, you're going to have to risk it one day." "You ought not to walk on the backs of them like that. See, you've flattened the ankle strap. They're no good." "You can't be afraid like this. You have to take a chance eventually." "That sound. It's annoying. I know it's silly, but I just can't see me continuing this with you." "You pull away as soon as anyone gets close. You're so afraid of being hurt." "And your fingers." "Any excuse to keep your distance. My fingers." "Well, they're short. Not at all stubby, mind you. But short. And thin. Like little pre-pubescent boys at the end of your hands." " 'Dance like noone is watching' ." "And you chew your nails." " 'Love like you've never been hurt' ." "I just can't stand looking at them. Your fingers." "How long will you go on this way? Keeping so solitary, so feircely independent, so cold?" "You don't understand." "Oh, but I do." "I am simply annoyed by one or two of your parts, and I don't believe I can get past that." "You could try." "I could. But I won't." |