Event Horizon
2001-10-05 15:59:02 (UTC)

Speak XXIV

if it is believed that a 3rd grader cannot be in love,
love's denotation is encrypted into a language
indiscernable. Line had never known lust. She had never
known appreciation. Appreciation was all that became her
in the presence of a day's respite from mirorrs. Neil
laughed at her. She was an adult with the experience of a
third grader.

Her leter to him:
Dear Sir,
Your eyes doth hold the amber of the earth.

He would crumple up the paper and throw it at her. They would smile
their hatred across the classroom.