Encryptions, exasperations, and deleted scenes.
A child with a loaded water gun?
It is customary for a young lady to accept a drink as a token of friendship.
Certainly fills a void,
exuberantly with a warm tongue, possibly flustered.
Could there be another ingredient in this toasty toast?
At this point in time there's no turning back,
just go along and maintain your coyness.
Meet, greet, repeat.
Experiencing exhaustion, I tip-toe gather myself and find my way.
Of course, followed by an exclamation mark.


(There's more to this piece but Im still rearranging and adding and cutting and smiling. Sometimes I hate being female. Seriously.)

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