SENTENCE IMAGINE (mick rory/heat wave) "Why does he... or, you... keep looking at... me like that?" I asked Mick as we watched teenage Mick, who was staring at teenage me as he played with matches. "Well you are his type," he laughed, nudging me with his elbow. I turned and raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh really?"
"Whydoes he… or, you… keep looking at… me like that?“ I asked Mick as wewatched teenage Mick, who was staring at teenage me as he played with matches.
"Well you are histype,” he laughed, nudging me with his elbow. I turned and raised myeyebrows at him.
“Oh really?”
“If someone candistract me, well, us, from fire, I’d say we’re pretty interested.” Mick toldme, a smile on his face.
“In your dreamsHeatwave,” I rolled my eyes and watched as my younger self turned and snappedat younger Mick. “What just happened?”
“I think younger metried to hit on you.”
I scoffed. “Like I said,in your dreams.”









