What kind of guy knows he’s not in love? – What?
It turns out he really didn’t see a girl. He’s so handsome and still a virgin. Okay, let me help you. I’m a tattooer, in my heart position, with a wave.
Give me this tattooer, the guy with the hand tattoo, but he’s my customer.
And it’s the only tattoo I have.
I always remembered the first time he came to my studio.
The room was dark and only saw him in white T-shirts, jeans, long legs because it was raining that day, moving one step into the door and bringing water to the ground.
I’ve always hated wet environments, not swimming, not rain.
Because of the rain, the store was not busy, and the guests who had been booked were not coming.
He seemed in a bad mood. He looked young, but he was tall, and I couldn’t be angry.
He was impatient to say, “Crush the soles of his shoes.” I’m sorry.
He wiped his soles and sat down quietly in the house.
The general tattooed guests are very emotional, and after all, the event is very stimulating for adrenaline.
It’s either crazy or excited.
He was calm, as if he had walked into a café and prepared a cup of coffee and read a book.
“What do you want to tattoo? * I walked in and I was soft. *
He thought for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind: “I’m going to tattoo the whole back.” I’m sorry.
I’m in a good mood, young man. It’s not that simple. I didn’t think this weather was gonna make a big deal.
“Guy, have you ever had a tattoo before? * I’m cold-faced, and I’m asking, and I’m taking the iPad out some of the patterns I designed, and I’m going to give him a reference. *
“None. I’m sorry.
I’m a little strange, but it’s rare for a guy who’s never had a tattoo, especially when he’s so young, he looks like a college student, a clean boy.
Although I’m a tattooer, my job is to tattoo people. I don’t have to be emotional, and I don’t have to be responsible for the tattoo.
But I’m really afraid of trouble, and I’m sorry. I have to change my lotus to a tiger.
And tattoos are a life-long thing for someone I can’t afford to lose because I earn that money.
Usually, as long as you don’t have a lover’s name or something, you rarely regret the pattern you choose.
“Why do you have to tattoo your back? Still in school?” I put down the iPad in my hand and was ready to learn about the psychological dynamics of the guests. Just in case I come over here for two days, and I’ll change my shoulder.
“No reason. * He’s so angry, he’s so angry, he’s so angry.
It’s got to be something in there, obviously the kind of guy who’s gonna get his father tossed in his ear in a few days to wash his tattoos.
I have to explain to him that we can’t wash tattoos. Please move to the beauty salon.
“What grade is it?”
It is often said on the Internet that there is a story behind each tattoo. It’s true, but it’s true.
Because even when they are washed off, they leave a scar, and most people leave a mark on them with strong feelings.
In particular, the process of tattooing, each knife falling, the feeling of pain deepens it.
Whether it’s love, affection, friendship, even to your pets, to your idols.
And some of the guests who have a high interest in art simply because they’re good-looking, and I’d be happy to design it and keep it on them.
So, I don’t take this job if I don’t like it.
And that’s what I’m looking at.
“Students, can’t they have tattoos?” * He turned his head and looked me in the eye and said *
“Yeah, I’m just afraid you’re done with your tattoos and you’re sorry. I’m sorry.
His eyes looked at the ground, and his long eyelashes fell down, and he said, “No.” I’m sorry.
I repeat: “But there was a pain in the past.” I’m sorry.
When his eyes were bright, he said, “Did I faint? I’m sorry.
“That’s not true. We met last year. We haven’t met this year. I’m sorry.
I thought I’d pass out. I can change the hospital.
He went on to ask, “Does it hurt when you tattoo yourself?” I’m sorry.
“Brother, I can’t answer that question. There’s no tattoo on my sister. I’m sorry.
He looked up at me and looked at me: “I thought the tattooer had a dragon in it. I’m sorry.
That’s when I saw his face, his short hair, his bright eyes under his eyebrow, his nostrils, his thin lips, and, um, his little handsome.
I can only tell you the truth: “I never thought of anything.” I’m sorry.
Those who wash their tattoos think they have made a great deal of determination for themselves. I will continue, “What do you want to do? Tell me what you need. I’m sorry.
“Whatever, anyway, I can’t see my back. I’m sorry.
I really want to get him out on the spot, not only by disrespecting my work, but also by being irresponsible.
“Then ask another man, and I will not draw anything.” I’m sorry.
He probably looked at me and felt that he was doing something wrong, and said to me, “No, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know what it was. I’m sorry.
I said, “Why are you tattooing? I’m sorry.
He thought about it and said, “Because I like girls, like a man with tattoos. I’m sorry.
I was so angry that I almost laughed at the answer, I thought it was a stupid kid who wanted to mess with society or something, and I didn’t expect to hear a more absurd answer.
“So, do you think the girl likes you as long as you have a tattoo?” I’m sorry.
He stopped talking, and I asked, “Are you all students?” I’m sorry.
“She was my high school classmate, and I wanted to go to college, but she went to college, and she didn’t hang out with one of them. I’m sorry.
I can’t see it. It’s a story that’s so pure.
I’m going to take a look at this boy, and he’s wearing a loose T-shirt, but he still looks good.
Out of self-interest, of course, it was part of the job. I told him to take his clothes off and lie down on the table, and I measured them.
I’m sure the muscles are tight, the lines are smooth, and there’s a little wheat color that looks healthy and suny, and it’s going to look good with my pattern.
“Can we have a tattoo of the naval elements?” He suddenly spoke.
“Yes, if you like it. Why do you want to tattoo the Navy? I’m sorry.
“I’m a national defense student and I’m going to be a Navy after graduation, though,” he put it down and lost it. I’m sorry.
I don’t think he’s a fool.
“Get dressed and go. I usually deal with it in the face of mental incompetence and impulsive tattoos.
You think you can hurt yourself in exchange for a girl’s heart?
They’re adults. They’re so childish.
This time it’s a tattoo.
It is unknown how many people have been persecuted before.
It’s probably you who sings under the girls’ dorm in the rain!
Quite a problem for the teacher.
I could not help but dump my short hair and give him a white eye.
He sat aside and asked why.
I said, “No reason, I just don’t like the reason you want a tattoo, so come to me when you think of another reason. I’m sorry.
“Isn’t this your job? I’m sorry.
I’m tired of talking about this little boy: “I have my work principles, and I just don’t want to work today. I’m sorry.
“I’ll come back tomorrow. He also seems a little angry.
“You think that girl likes you when you get a tattoo? I can’t help but say it.
“Don’t worry about it. He took his clothes and left, and the wind bells were ringing on the door.
The next day, he did come again, but I was too busy to have time to talk to him and keep him waiting.
He’s stubborn and quiet, and he reads his book without talking.
When I’m done, it’s after 9:00.
I walked out of the studio and found out he was still there, and I was surprised, but I didn’t give him a good look: “I’m off today, so come back sometime. I’m sorry.
And he was not angry: “Will you give me a tattoo when I come tomorrow?” I’m sorry.
I look at him like he’s so blue, I don’t know if I should be angry or smiling.
And when he asked me my doubt, he hesitated to say, “I do not know much about tattoos, nor do I trust you.” I’m sorry.
Having heard the compliment, I’m in a good mood and I’m ready to give him a hard time.
“Why don’t you think about going after that girl instead of grinding me here? I’m sorry.
He thought very seriously, and he said, “How can he chase girls?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and said, “Have you ever been in love?” I’m sorry.
“No, I’m a freshman. I met that girl before college. I’m sorry.
I looked at him again, from head to toe, not only handsome, but also patiently, with character that, while it looked like an axis, felt, politely and locally.
Dressed, simple and generous, but it’s not cheap to look at it.
He likes to exercise, but he’s clean.
No one’s chasing a boy like that in college?
I wonder, “Have you ever been in college with your sister?” I was thinking about high school girls. I’m sorry.
“I specialize in ships and marine engineering, and we don’t have any women. I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m a graduate of art school.
After all, when I go to college, the boys that chase me can line up from the dorm door to the school building.
Play and play, play and painting, all kinds of living people.
I’m a big fan.
I took a closer look at the boy in front of me, the sweet eyes, the mouth of the donkey and the tone of the horse.
It’s like a first grader who hasn’t been in love before.
With the eyes of a thousand slags I’ve seen, say he’s never experienced love.
I believe you.
It turns out he really didn’t see a girl.
He’s so handsome and still a virgin.
Okay, let me help you.
I pulled the chair.
He sat in front of him and said, “You can’t speak to a girl immediately, but you have to contact her.” I’m sorry.
He pulled out a little book and carefully took notes.
I had a sense of achievement as a teacher, so I kept telling her:
“First of all, we can’t say it right away, but we need to get in touch with her.
She’s used to telling you about her life.
So how do we get connected?
You can find anything she’s interested in from her friends’ circle, microblogging, QQQ space and so on.
And then you do your homework, and then when you talk about it, it makes her think you’re friendly.
Once she’s used to your life, she’ll start next. I’m sorry.
Some boys are too anxious.
When I first went to college, a senior, probably at school, spoke to me about it, and I turned and left.
He’s handsome though.
But do I know you well?
Will you be in love with someone else?
He said he talked to me very well during the event.
Please, so many people, I don’t even remember who I talked to.
And I’m a man who’s always had a good time talking, and I can’t even talk about it.
It was only later that I learned that the senior was a very popular school weed.
I’m sorry.
I’m a man of honor. I can’t turn back.
From now on, it’s a stranger to school grass.
Even though the lawn contacted me after that, I still couldn’t handle it.
It is not a pity, however, that the difficult task of chasing a girl is not even prepared, either self-obsessed or stupid.
“What’s next? The boys across the street look at me and ask.
And We passed through the recollection of God and said to him, “Take this first, and I will teach you the next. I’m sorry.
And he took his notes and said to me, “Thank you, sister, I will take you to dinner after I have been successful.” I’m sorry.
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry.
The sense of achievement has increased somewhat.
The next day, he really took me for a master of love, kept me informed of his whereabouts and kept me in my studio every day.
I asked him if he had a nice little girl.
He said it was under control.
Looks like he’s a little overconfident.
But what I didn’t realize was that this landowner’s stupid son, a soldier’s brother, could paint.
He said his mother was a professor at the beauty complex.
I graduated from the beauty club. I wanted to ask my name, but I didn’t ask.
And I asked him why he wanted to be a soldier, and he said, “O handsome.” I’m sorry.
He asked me why I was a tattooer, and I said, “O handsome man.” I’m sorry.
My answer is really serious.
I’ve been painting from elementary school, and I’ve been teaching a famous artist at the beauty complex, and I’ve always thought that I’d grow up to be a painter, open an exhibition or something, and that’s a success.
Up to college, he liked to dress up in fancy clothes and pursue something different, and felt that the rebellion of adolescence was delayed.
This was naturally exposed to tattoos.
But I’m a difficult person who’s always worried that I’m going to regret it, and I’m late in deciding what to do.
Whispering about it is not just a tattoo.
It’s like I’ve always wanted to jump, but I don’t think it’s elegant to be thrown.
I’ve been trying to get a break, but it’s embarrassing.
I’ve always wanted to swim to Tibet by myself, but didn’t I think that being handsome didn’t show me?
I am such a paradox.
For a long time, the idea of tattooing is getting less and less, but with the knowledge of tattooing, there is a growing interest in this culture.
It’s time to learn.
The studio was opened after graduation.
My mom didn’t approve of me being a tattoo artist, she thought I had been raised for years without even a painter.
But when it turns out I’m good, I’m tired of talking.
I’m getting used to running here without lessons, and I’m probably more aware of his curriculum than I am of his own, and I’ll be told if I can’t.
It’s been a long time, and he can still hit me.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s here to steal a teacher’s degree.
When you’re not busy, you draw next door.
I asked him what he drew.
He said, ‘O you who draw, practice your hands and draw her later.’ I’m sorry.
It’s kind of romantic.
We have the same type of painter, and we even occasionally go to the art show.
But I had to say to him, as his mentor in love, “How much an exhibition promotes a relationship between the two, and it is not a waste for me to see.” I’m sorry.
He said the girl didn’t like to watch the show, but she had to go with someone who was interested.
It was supposed to be a tough soldier brother, and there was so much cultural and artistic in his bones.
I don’t know his name, even when we meet a lot.
I didn’t ask, and now I’m surprised.
I called him a soldier brother.
He called me handsome sister.
Until one day, the soldier’s brother came to me with joy, saying that he felt that the first step should be successful and that he could learn the next step.
We said, “Okay, take out your notes. I’m sorry.
He’s gotta get Ben out of there and wait for me to talk.
I clear my voice. One of the serious words:
“Step two, make her feel that she’s in your heart, that she’s special, that your relationship is better than your friends, but she’s not a couple.
This period is the best period before a relationship can be established, when feelings get warmer, that is, when many people say, obscurity.
This is when you share your hearts and give each other gifts, but you are not lovers. This is a strange moment for her to put you in a special place.
This is when you two are assured of a stable relationship and strong feelings, and we can move on. I’m sorry.
When I was done, he asked me, “What better gift?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Look at her like, not necessarily precious, but unforgettable.” I’m sorry.
And he looked at me for half a day, and he said, “Sweet sister, you have long eyelashes. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Did you listen to me?
I remind him that gifts are a matter of high taste.
He was lazy and raised his hand.
Just after class, a customer arrived.
Open your mouth wants a tattoo in the shoulder of the whole new school style.
This 200-pound body came in, thought it’d tattooed the old school kind of tough guy, and didn’t expect a Simpson on his shoulder.
I never had a tattoo before, so I got a picture.
While it is more productive to design a design of its own, it is also a very lucrative kind of money.
Some preparatory work had been done and the tattoos had been told that it would hurt, but the pain was different for everyone, some felt it, some felt it not strong and it was possible.
He said he wasn’t afraid of pain.
I think he’s a big, big guy. At least he’s got more meat.
After the price was set, work started.
The soldier’s brother was there reading and painting.
Everything went well until I took the first cut.
He hollered and scared me.
I know it’s a tattoo. I don’t know. I thought I was killing pigs.
I can’t tell he was so scared of pain. He looked pretty good before.
However, as a professional tattooer, it is not uncommon to encounter such pain.
It calmed down, saying it would be over soon, after all.
He also said yes.
Then I started to take a second knife.
And this time, he came back with his hand and knocked out all the tools in my hand, and stood up and yelled at me, “Will you draw them?” I’m sorry.
Look at the sight of 200 pounds of the big man standing in front of me, and I’m still a bit of a criminal.
Wait there and don’t know what to say.
The soldier’s brother came in when he heard something in the house and looked at it, and it was probably a mess.
He went over there and asked Da-han what happened.
And the great man was still too far across, looking at him, and he said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
The soldier brother said, “I am her apprentice. I’m sorry.
I was in shock. I almost laughed at him.
It’s true that I’m a student, not a tattoo student.
After hearing the big man laughs, he says, “Just learn from her.” What kind of fucking technology is that? I’m sorry.
I heard it and laughed: “I said before, tattoos are knifed on your body, pain cannot be avoided, and according to the body, everyone’s pain is different. I’m sorry.
“You mean I’m afraid of pain?” I’m sorry.
And then he hit me in the face with a tattoo on the table.
The soldier’s brother helped me out of the way, and Da-han moved and punched him in the face.
The soldier’s brother was punched in the face, but he was afraid he would hurt me, and he didn’t fight back, staring at me.
He tried to pull me, and the soldier brother grabbed his hand, and he couldn’t even move it if he tried.
This time, the big man was surprised to think that he was unable to fight back.
I didn’t have time to clean up my room and get up and see what happened to the soldier’s brother.
Looks like he’s all right, his mouth is a little bruised and he hasn’t reacted.
But after a while, the soldier’s brother’s play came up again: “Hey, handsome sister, look if I’m broken and it hurts.” I’m sorry.
Given that he has just helped me fight down the Great Man, I am embarrassed to pierce it, but I can only give him iodine wine to wipe his wounds and disinfect him.
At first, he looked very carefully at his mouth, rubbed him, and then realized that my face was less than 10 years apart from his face, and suddenly he had a heartbeat.
And it feels hotter and hotter.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in love.
But the soldier’s brother said at this point, “How do you look so red? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but say it was too hot in the house and punched him in the mouth with a cotton sign.
He said he wanted me to eat.
Then he found the most expensive lobster in the city.
I’m picking shrimp and asking him how he’s doing with the girl.
He said it was going well and felt like it had been integrated into the girl’s life.
I nod my head to be sure of my protege, but I don’t know why there’s a loss in my heart.
At that point, the hair fell off again, and after several times the back of the hand had not reached its ear, it was in a state of irritation.
The soldier’s brother across the street suddenly stood up, leaned over, reached out and pushed my hair in the ear.
The warm hands, the ears he touched, it was like a shock.
I looked up, right in his eyes.
Or did he say, “What is wrong with you, sister?” I’m sorry.
So I turned away from his eyes and said, “No, thank you. I’m sorry.
He sent me home at night and went back to school.
But I couldn’t sleep this night.
The next day, he came to my shop as usual and sent me a sketch of his own.
It’s a picture I gave him.
He put his hand on my wall and said, “Thank you for rubbing his medicine.”
I said I should thank you for helping me out.
He smiled and said the lobster was delicious.
I don’t want to keep in touch with him like this. He chases after the girl he likes and it’s over.
Let’s speed it up.
I told him to take out his notes. It’s the last lesson.
“The last step, leaving her alone for some time, could be some kind of disappearance, so long as she could speak for herself later, there were excuses.
In the meantime, she’ll think about you every day and always wonder why you disappeared.
Thinking about yourself is not doing well.
Just as she was sick every day, you showed up.
Explain in good faith what has been done recently and do not beg her for forgiveness.
Because you’re just friends, you have no obligation to report her.
And that’s when she tried to make you a boyfriend because she wanted to control everything about you.
So, at this node, the success rate is highest. I’m sorry.
After the last lesson, he didn’t come back.
It’s a thought, but it’s hard to be angry with him.
The studio suddenly quieted down and was not used to it, and it was felt that there was one less person on the couch to paint.
But I think that’s a sign of success.
I wonder whether I should be happy or lost for what I have done.
I can’t help but whisper to him that he has a girlfriend who forgets his master.
I wanted to say something.
I don’t even know his name.
And he doesn’t even know his name.
Turned over his circle of friends, none of them recently.
About half a month later, he suddenly came to the store.
He said that the school had recently organized an internship for the army and that the mobile phones had been confiscated and had finally been liberated.
It’s a military internship, understandably.
And I couldn’t help but say, “I thought you’d catch up with your girlfriend and forget your master!” I’m sorry.
“No way! But I’ll take you to a place, for my handsome sister’s sake. I’m sorry.
I asked where.
He didn’t say anything, but he said he’d be free for Saturday.
I’ve arranged all my appointments. He’s driving to pick me up on Saturday.
It’s about an hour away, and there’s my favorite rock band.
I can’t believe he’s got a good taste in music.
When I stopped, I saw where I was going, I lost my legs.
“Don’t you always want to jump? * He pulled me and watched me move. *
“I’d like to, but, wouldn’t I? “I can’t say that I’m afraid of being dumped without grace.”
“It’s okay. Let’s go up and see if we can get down. I’m sorry.
I told him I wanted to jump. I didn’t think the soldier brother would take me to jump!
I can’t wait to jump on the high stage. I’m so tall, but it’s scary.
He seemed to say, “Let’s tie two people together and throw them down. If you are afraid alone, I’ll go down with you.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Then I am afraid.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly he came to me, hugging me, and said, “It’s all right. I’m sorry.
I was comforted by this suddenly warm air.
He turned his head and told the staff he could give us a rope.
I was held in his arms so comfortably that I forgot to rebut it until he jumped off the stage, and I was already in the air.
I had to close my eyes and put the whole head in his chest as closely as possible.
I don’t feel so scared anymore.
But after all that time being upside down, he ran out of energy to look at him.
He looks the same, as if he was on a less scary roller coaster.
Come on, put it on my shoulder and say, “Sister, are you all right? I’m sorry.
I was scared enough, but it was a dream.
Bite your teeth and say, nothing.
And then we’re going to hang out in this wetland area, and it’s nice, except for a bouncing project.
We’re walking and we’re going to take a break on a rock bench under a tree.
And suddenly he said, “I am ready to confess.” I’m sorry.
My heart is ticking, he’s finally got a girl.
He’ll catch up, I believe him.
“Well, congratulations. I kept my face smiling as much as I could.
“Will my confession succeed?”
“You can test it in advance. I don’t want to discuss this with him anymore.
“How? I’m sorry.
“Do something intimate, see if she resists. * I’m just saying *
“Can I kiss?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.
Then his lips covered my lips.
I looked at him, and behind me was a tree, and I couldn’t back off.
And his face turned a little away from me and said: Why are you so surprised? It is you who say so. I’m sorry.
What’s he saying?
I said yes, not to me!
“Teach me how to kiss before I confess. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, who do you think you are? * That irritating feeling is even stronger *
I pushed him off and sat on the rock bench.
He was not angry, nor did he have any unnecessary reaction, but he asked me, “Do you not want to know why your name is Rafang?” I’m sorry.
“What’s so strange? I’m not a fugitive. It’s not hard to know my name. I’m sorry.
He was probably laughed at by my reaction: “My mother is a hymn. I’m sorry.
I was just gonna laugh at him. My dad’s still Li Gang.
He’s the son of a regular teacher?
I’ve been a regular teacher since I was a kid and I grew up in a beauty school and became a college teacher, and she’s very open, and I want to be a tattooer and I support her.
I remember that Chang teacher had a son, and I went to Chang’s house once in college, but I went out to eat in person.
I’ve searched deep into my memory and I don’t remember what I look like.
“Even the son of a regular teacher can’t molest me. I’ve been thinking about it for half a day, and I haven’t come up with any words.
He sneezed and looked at me: “Liquor, I kissed you, you didn’t resist, so you agreed to be my girlfriend? I’m sorry.
She called me this before and suddenly called me by my name.
I can’t say no?
So, he’s not a real dick.
What a high school girl!
I’ve been looking for so many excuses.
I can’t help it!
“But thank you for helping me catch up with the girl I like. I’m sorry.
“Does Mr. Chang know you have so much in mind? I am ashamed and angry.
“If she doesn’t know, how do I know where your studio is? I’m sorry.
“You mother and son joined together to set me up!” I’m sorry.
“Let’s go. I made it for you. I’m sorry.
“I haven’t agreed yet! I’m sorry.
“You agreed. He took my hand outside the scenery.
I asked him where to go now.
He said to buy you dinner.
Back in town, took me into the hotel box.
Seeing a flowered candle on a field, he stares at him and says, “The candlelight dinner is ready, so what if I didn’t agree today? I’m sorry.
“I won’t disagree. I have great confidence in Mr. Leh’s theoretical knowledge and in my practical action. I’m sorry.
“You’re a great actor. You’re an actor. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t do it. I’m real. I’m sorry.
“You came to the studio for the first time, lost your mind and said it wasn’t an act. I’m sorry.
“I was really lost, and I thought we’d meet and get to the old part, but you didn’t recognize me at all. I’m sorry.
“I haven’t seen you in a long time, and you’ve been a child to me. I’m sorry.
“Does that sister know my name? He smiled and looked at me.
I looked at him, and I couldn’t say a word, and suddenly I felt like I was crazy, and I had a relationship, and I didn’t even know his name.
And then, “So you’re not afraid that I didn’t say no to you, and you really got a tattoo? I’m sorry.
He said, “No, I know you, and I have been in love with you for many years.” I’m sorry.
This sudden love talk makes me feel like I’m completely set up.
Three years later, he was willing to join the Navy, but on the ship, he had to go to sea, sometimes for three or four months.
I don’t seem to hate the water, but when he goes out to sea, I walk by the sea, blow the sea wind, like he’s around me, blowing away all the shadows of my life.
I finally found a tattoo I won’t regret.
The other day, he showed me the plan of the wave and asked me, “Are you sure you want me to give you a tattoo? I’m sorry.
I looked at the drawing he had drawn, and I liked it, “This time I won’t regret it. I’m sorry.
“Where do you want it? I’m sorry.
“Just in my heart. I’m sorry.
He looked down at my heart and said, “Do I have a tattoo to give you? I’m sorry.
And then his head was punched in my fist.
He’s good at it. I taught him.
That’s it. There’s an extra blue wave on my chest.
Eggs:
On one occasion, he went out to sea and didn’t tell me to hide behind my curtains.
I went home to the bedroom and I didn’t have time to turn on the light, and a man came out of the curtains and jumped at me with the moonlight.
Thinking calmly about the way he usually taught me how to defend myself, he kicked me in the pants.
He screamed. I heard something wrong.
Turn on the light, it was him.
He’s crouching on the floor.
I was lying in bed laughing at my stomach.
And he looked at me and said, “You must have kicked, and you have to answer to me.” I’m sorry.
And when I laughed, I said, “That’s what you taught me. I’m sorry.
And he seemed to walk to the bed, and he pulled my ankle, and he lay on me, with his hands on my hair, and he buried his face in my collarbone, and said, “I miss you.” I’m sorry.
I miss you too.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
