Wyatt_M

A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"

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Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck. 

This is just a little thing I have been slowly working on over the past few days. I don't know if its going to go anywhere farther than this.

The water in sinks drips. 

Drip.

Drip. 

Drip. 

Cars go by.

Snow and rain falls.

Seasons change.

But through it all, she is there. In the same spot, everyday, all day, the watcher is there.

Gym class. Sweaty, hormonal teenage boys running around attempting to showcase their masculinity and physical prowess to the girls, as if they cared.