Tucker Cummings

Chapter 273: Hot Cocoa, No Marshmallows

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 10:05 am

We walk to the empty canteen. I make her hot chocolate, and we find a table.

“It should be weirder for me, trying to talk to you,” I say.

“Because my brain and my body don’t match?” she guesses, blowing on her cocoa.

“Right. But it’s not. It’s like talking to myself, having an internal monologue out loud.”

“And I shouldn’t trust you at all. I shouldn’t trust anyone old. But I like you.”

“Neither one of us set out to live like this,” I sigh. “”I used to have control. Now, I’m just some girl that things keep happening to.”

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