The sky was a weird shade this afternoon. Not grey enough to call it grey, and vice versa for blue. I had a bag of those sesame crackers we used to fight over. The loud kind. I didn’t think I’d be able to finish it on my own.
I saw the long-tailed, torn-ear stray cat pass by. She stared at me like she knew something I didn’t. I told her to mind her own business. She blinked at me and walked away.
Sometimes, it’s easier when I pretend we were never that close.
Let me know if the cinnamon hot chocolate cafe has outdoor seating. It’s almost that season again.
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