he remembered something about the flowers. they were expensive, but he
hadn't noticed the price when he paid for them.
his socks didn't feel right. he took the red line. he looked down at his feet he saw two
different colors peeking out from the tongues of his shoes.
his palms sweat. he rehearsed what he'd say the whole way, losing track of
the stops. and at every stop his heart also stopped until he read the sign.
he didn't recognize the scruffy hipster in the window's reflection. his reflection.
if she took him back, he could start eating again.
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