A Friendship With Maintenance Guy in College

late before I even look at the time.

The room feels empty and I look over and see that Brannon's already gone you mother fucker.

She left me already.

Okay let's get that and go for the college.

Okay I sit up slowly and try to clear the gopherbs in my head as efficiently as possible.

Okay there is a letter gone to glass.

Catch you later.

Okay.

By B.

Something that catches my eye on the desk and I look over to see a small note scratched

out in harshly written handwriting.

Written handwriting that I could barely read.

Okay it's a simple note one that didn't really need writing.

But I will admit that I appreciated the gesture.

Feeling part of the weight of the day vanished with ease as if never present in the first

place.

Okay the walk to the class was peaceful.

Today seemed less chaotic than the first day as people appeared to settle into an established

mortos routine.

Oh that's a good job.

Okay solo walks like this always give me a chance to clear my head.

I'm careful whether they are not.

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