I startle a little when he reaches for me, hugs me. So it's not a good memory, obviously, though I could kind of figure that out by the sense of dread that settles low in my stomach when I think the name, or word, or whatever, again. Barizorg.
"My friend?" I didn't have a lot of them. I know that, neither version of me had a lot of friends. Don is one commonality. Sid is apparently another. And I know he's not talking about Don.
Something rises up inside my and I'm not sure if I'm about to be sick or if I'm about to start crying again.
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Date: 2012-04-18 12:10 am (UTC)"My friend?" I didn't have a lot of them. I know that, neither version of me had a lot of friends. Don is one commonality. Sid is apparently another. And I know he's not talking about Don.
Something rises up inside my and I'm not sure if I'm about to be sick or if I'm about to start crying again.