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write me a letter, not emails or tweets. blue pen scribblings on sheets of paper crisp. in five hundred words, two pages and a half - tell me you thought of me on cigarette breaks. go on foot to a post office, paste the stamp yourself. i shall be clouds away expecting the mail truck. © 28.February.2012 :house:

"Hey! Are you all right?" "Sure, why wouldn't I be?" "Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-" "See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted." "And how did that go for you?" "The floor won. But only because it had the advantage." "Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!" "Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position." "Backwards?" "I overestimated my skills." "I'll say. You're bleeding!" "Only a little. Ask me again." "What?" "If I'm fine." "Are you?" "Nope." "Is it because you're bleeding?" "You're supposed to ask