There's not one bad thing about me.
Because we were on each other's confidence and our figures appear in greatest advantage on walking, we simply walked. Once he said he could admire it much better when we were sitting by the fire. That made me unsure. Intimate as we were we knew how pleasant it was to be dumb on each other's presence. And sometimes we would laugh for no reason. I dearly love a laugh. It wouldn't be uncommon to forget about everyone's presence, as if the entire world was simply on assisting role. “There's not a bad thing about you”, he once said. And I turned away to smile. It felt comforting as I tried repeatedly to slow our pace, attempting to include the others into that moment. “Our flaws are too enduring for the convenience of the world”, I replied. That's when we knew.
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