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“Is that a lamp in your hands or are you just happy to see me?”
I returned the chair to its rightful place and nodded with satisfaction at the light. There. My baby didn’t have to eat in the dark anymore.
“I’ve done hard labour my whole life, you know,” Lee said, pausing at the front door. I stared up at him, frozen as he leaned in. “A couple bricks,” he whispered in my ear. “They’d be nothing for me to carry.”
“I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here for you. All of you; the best and worst of you.”
“Something from our future, perhaps?” “It’s just art,” I said, doing my best to keep the unsteady waver from my voice. “Art imitates life.” “Isn’t it the other way around?” I asked. “Fuck, I hope so.”
He walked to the door right next to mine, pulled out a key and with a whistle he opened the door next door. “What the fuck?” I spat out. He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Yes?” “What the hell are you doing?” He shrugged. “Since you wouldn’t move in with me, I moved in next door.”
“I chop your onions.” I laughed at his seriousness. “You mean this onion.” “No. I mean I chop all your onions from now on forever.” I frowned. Was this some kind of misogynistic shi— He reached out his hand to push back a strand from my face and smiled. “I don’t want anything to make you cry.”
“I don’t know.”
That’s so fucked up, this sounds like the shittiest Hospital I’ve ever heard of. 🤬
