You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine. Sometimes, you would take me out and talk to me, and though you did not wait for me to respond, you knew I was listening and that I truly cared as you did with me. The others said I could not be your friend. I didn’t know what a friend was, but I hoped they were wrong. That night, you cried. You used me to wipe your tears, but I did not mind because they were warm, and they were yours. I could not cry. I wondered what it was like. I wondered if I could not be your friend because I could not cry.
Wet Thread
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Rain
On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.
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Mr. Red ( ever so slightly revised)
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Wasps
Were you put here only to provide contrast?
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