“This is not the first time I’ve seen you standing at the end of the hall, just staring. It’s creeping me out!”

Witter

“ I’ve never left. It’s not because I enjoy watching you make a wrenched mess of your life.” she responded, with heavy sarcasm.

“ Then, why are you here?” I laid into her.

“ I’m a piece of you, that hidden darkness that knows all, sees all, feels all. I’m your Pandora’s box, if you will. I’m your diary of words and all that’s unspoken.” She continued sharply.

“ Well if you’re all that, then please add coffee deliverer to the list. First cup now please.” I chummingly smiled.

I got the death stare instead.

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