6/17/10

79. Hardened Heart

My heart is nine sizes too small, but the childlike innocence of my beloved friend Burbank is beginning to warm that shriveled cowpie of a love organ in my chest. In fact, I think I can even hear it beating. I’ve already broken my vow of not speaking to Burbank for the whole trip, and it’s only been two hours. There might be hope for me yet.
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  1. Milo H. Tomb3:10 PM

    Dear guy with the biggest cowpie,

    You’re right. I did speak some words to you already. But there were only two of them, and they were in response to you sneaking up the aisle like a ridiculous frog ninja and rubbing honey in my hair—honey, might I add, that I had taken from the restaurant booth so that I could put in my tea later. What am I supposed to use now? Aside from a shower.

    --Milo

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