Thirty Days
I know he is going to be away for only a week, but a part of me can’t help but worry about the things that could happen to him in the deepest, darkest reaches of the A****n.
Taylor catches me staring and asks what I am thinking. “You,” I reply. “I am being a worrywart. You have made sure I am going to be fine whilst you are away, but what about you? Who is going to make sure you don’t get attacked by leeches, or eaten by a giant snake, or killed by angry tribesmen…or even eaten by cannibals…Argh, do they even have cannibals in South America?” Taylor bursts out in laughter, tears leaking out of his eyes. I cross my arms in a huff, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot.
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