You won’t believe this. I. Have. Sentences!!!
I’ve been chipping away at Questions We Don’t Ask, and feeling good about the next part being near finished.
Enjoy this phone convo between Simon and Baz:
“Not that I want you to tell her, but,’ he stops, takes a deep breath and the line goes so silent I think we’ve been disconnected. I’m about to check as he starts up again. “But I think. Fuck. Then we—”
“No.”
"I'm just saying—“”
“Well don’t,” I say sharply, angry that my brain is already trying to fill in the gaps from the unspoken words. “That’s one unfairness too far.”
”Yeah,” he says, sadness dripping from the end of the word like a tear. “I’m sorry. Still, don’t like, make it a point to tell her. That would fuck shit up pretty bad.”
”I wasn’t planning on it.”
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