A perfect day. Me and the sister indulging in laughter in the middle of many streets, causing dirty and puzzled looks in many strangers. Me and the sister hearing from this one guy in this one street that IF WE ONLY WERE 18, HE WOULD ASK US OUT (Yeah, I knoooow..). Me and the sister successfully finishing this six-month project of ours, beautifully printed, acknowledged and hard-wired (in me at least). Me and the sister celebrating completing the very project with beverages of national colours.
And yet, a flaw. This power play.. good at criss-cross as I am, this time I twiddled with the felt tip. What a match to find.
And yet, a.. what? Spontaneous combustion. What a match to lose.
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