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Visitor by Dillon Samuelson

⠀ ( His lips smile against her skin as his indexes circle behind her ears. They trail down, one hand resting at the junction between her jaw & neck, & the other at her shoulder. His lips find her skin again, this time on the corner of hers. ) Mm. We should, come on. ⠀

⠀ You’re very considerate, though I am. I would have had to accommodate time for you eventually, given your state. ( He tilts her chin up, eyes meeting hers again. He plants a gentle kiss to her forehead. ) Thank you, & you’re welcome. Let’s hope this clears up soon. ⠀

⠀ At this point, I doubt it. Though every day, I remind myself I’m closer to what I’ve been working toward. It’ll be alright. You, however, should rest. You look exhausted, yourself. ⠀

⠀ I’ll need to work in more time-off for you, then. I’ll look at the schedule first thing at sunrise. It’s good you’re here. ⠀

⠀ Mm. Just your company is fine. You’ve been away awhile. ⠀

Bad. Just a long & exhausting day. Strung dry & it seemed nobody wanted to follow orders the first time. I was frustrated.

Maybe if I was in a different mood.

Don’t act cute about it. 😑

Saying this when you know I have osteoporosis…

free fry friday

Ha ha.

Eavesdropping?

Nothing even matters anymore. The world is ending & the one who started it couldn’t even tell you the precise date because it Already Passed. I’m going to watch Golden Girls while striking two pieces of metal together for twelve hours so God doesn’t smite me where I stand.

Hello. Apologies for the deception, but I rather wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself.

Rebel against Catholic trauma and create something way worse.

⠀ How sweet & accommodating you are. ⠀