World’s Greatest

“I can’t stick around here long,” I said.

“Ok,” she said.

“I’m always travelling,” I said.

“Ok,” she said.

She was blond, streaks of black in her hair, golden sunglasses on her head like birds’ wings.

“I can’t do it either,” she said.

“Alright,” I said, “But if I’m ever back and staying around.”

“If you come back,” she said.

“I probably won’t,” I said.

“Ok,” she said.

“Ok,” I said.

“I like you,” she said.

“I like you,” I said.

Her shorts were dark blue, hugged her just above her hips. Her skin was canary against them.

Her arms were slender. She was always honest.

I imagined us together in twenty years.

The children looked good.

I guess it might have worked out.


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