Dear Simone,
I wanted to run. Run run run fast and far. But I couldn’t. So, I put oil in the car. Took a big hit from the vape and then waited for the euphoria to hit. My chest tingled. Then I was lifted.
She was so beautiful. She had a red fro that she tied up with a shoelace. She had paper grocery bags. Double bagged. She had just picked up her drink from Sencha. Her pants effortlessly in the wind. I swear it was all in slow motion. Even the way she turned. She was beautiful. So beautiful.
She has side shoulder tattoos. Nicely toned muscles. She was on a bike. I admired that. It takes a free and strong person to bike in a busy city. She turned her head slightly to check for cars. I was going slow enough to give her space and not feel pressured. Beautiful black curly fair.
Everyone was searching for the screaming. The light was red and the neighbors were silent. You could hear some hush each other but still, no idea where the screaming was coming from.
My TV.
Dear Simone 
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