This morning he decided to come back with me to my house and sit on my porch with me.
Why?
I don't know.
We talked. A lot. God damn.
So many questions, and I didn't want to answer.
But what's funny was, when Mara came running down my street to save me from him, he walked with the both of us, and asked, "Have you ever cut?" to me.
I just held out my wrists, smiling like mad.
I don't cut on my wrists.
Ha. Haha.
I'm a liar, and I didn't even have to lie.
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