Late
Late for the bus in the morning.
Late for dinner,
oh, well, we'll have to skip that.
Late for that show,
dammit, watch online, again.
Late for family 'game ni-'
Wait.
Late for that.
Late for family.
They're already gone.
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Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
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