What a Girl Wants


The plastic bag crinkles and Alex crunches on his snack. I asked for the candy store but now, I don’t even know if I want candy. I think I know what’s going on. You know, like I have it all figured out. And sometimes I really do for a moment, then the wrench comes outta no where. Beams right into my life, (my very alive, real life), from another dimension. This all runs through my brain in the time it takes Alex to stop chewing.

“I’m going to need you to….” He trails off mumbling into the other room. “Or no candy store.” I’m not sure what he said in between there. But the it turned me right off. He could have gotten laid but decided to mumble his expectations. I mean, if he really wanted me to do some specific task, wouldn’t he just just look me in the…

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