I looked up at her face beneath the heavens and laughed
"You're dandruff looks like stars" I mocked
"Im bound for the stars, brennan. You are not propelled"
"No" I said, "I am a great white whale, we are dragged around
by the harpoons that are given to us"
"Then you're cut up and left for dead" she told me.
"I wouldn't know" I said, "I'd be dead then."
She turned and pushed herself back through the screen door.
I layed on the wooden slats, abandoned by the sun and left to freeze
Alone and without warmth in the November night. I heard the front door
Slam, and her shoes clip-clop up the street.
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