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⊰ 12 ⊱ Hence the Loneliness
After a short weekend of doing ‘hoodrat shit’—which really consisted of Ava and I binge watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and eating about ten thousand calories—it’s Sunday morning, and I’m making cappuccinos while I patiently wait for my freshly baked chocolate chip banana bread to cool.
“Alright, I think I’m good to go?”
I smile softly as I avert my gaze to Ava, eyeing her as she emerges from my bedroom with her make-up bag in her hand. She stuffs it into her travel bag, zipping it shut before lowering herself onto the couch to slide her boots on.
The hardest part about having less than a handful of friends is that they all live in different cities or states and I don’t get to see them very often. I’m a lonely person because I make it harder than it needs to be to connect with people on a deeper level than the surface, and it's intentional.
I have a no-tolerance policy,
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