In Lab and War
I guess this somehow brought us together.
I remember the day we met. We were leaving Physics I, when I felt a finger tipping my shoulder. I turned myself and saw a straight, golden hair (the kind that was naturally sun-burned and not chemically applied at a fancy salon), and a huge smile showing perfectly white teeth. The owner of such enviable hair reached out her hand in my direction, holding a feathery pink flamingo pen. "It's yours". Of course, of course it was mine. My favorite, indeed. The thing was that, losing pens was my trait. Let them fall, let them disappear, let them be sucked by black holes and travel through galaxies far, far away. Not only pens, but everything, truthfully. Ke
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