eleven.
i don’t know her favorite color, or food, or song, or middle name but i do know she hates luminescent fish
(she claims to hate all fish, but i told her no one hates all fish, and then i bought her a goldfish)
and i know her name means more than her heart and i know she likes astronomy and wonka bars and
i know
she is
fixable.
nine.
puss puss.
she's trying to teach me a new language, but i think that’s all she knows. but that’s good enough for me.
i ask her if she could give me a demonstration of puss puss. she kiss kisses me.
‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ i ask her.
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