Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Eight Hours.

That’s how long he'll be on that flight. We've never been apart since the day he was born, a year, two months and two days after I came into this world.
I know you just left, but I miss you you idiot. Who's going to model for me now? Or get me coffee and a cookie when I feel like crap? And spend hours with me in Jareer just to pick a paperback and tube of paint?

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