It was mid day when we went to meet the boy in his villa. We had met him that morning on the beach and I didn’t get a good look at him then. He was probably handsome because he was there but it was so bright down there and the sky was laughing so loud. He told us through his teeth to come swim in his pool later and so we were doing just that, walking there on our feet, crossing chalky roads that opened in and out of each other, sticks and stones dotted with stray dogs and juice bars.
This is where you have the best sort of convo, whatever drags itself out of you as you drag yourself along a blazing dirt road.
Do you think fish live on this planet or inside of it?
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