He told me,
"You're getting too old not to have fun. Why not treat this like it's temporary...that is allowed, you know."
He's been there for every lover, so far. Not really fond of any of them, though.
He was right; I'm too serious.
"Fun me up, then. I obviously need help with life. "
My smile wasn't real.
"Alright, " he continued, " just...fuck. Don't...feel."
I stared off into space somewhere, laughed to myself.
"Why didn't I think of that..."
Sarcasm on 1000.
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