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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day. “I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day - it's been a long week.” “Document,” Leong affirmed. “Sometimes you gotta..” Anna faded out letting an arm flop like a dead soldier. “Let’s go OUT to dinner somewhere,” I said, “my treat.” “We can eat for free here,” Leong said. “We might have to economize someday,” I said, a little annoyed, “but it won’t be today.” “Can you believe we just came back less than a week ago?” Lisa asked. “I can’t,” Leong said. “It’s shocking,” Anna sighed, winding a ring of her auburn hair around her index finger. “I’ve lived many lives since then,” I admitted. “On Wednesday,” Leong began, “I was like, I feel like I’ve been here for weeks.” “It’s coming up on time to leave!” Anna exclaimed. “And leave for a WHILE,” Lisa undogged. “I’m VERY excited to leave for a while,” Leong laughed. “It’s going to happen,” I said, like a prayer. “Then we can come back and be like, I’m glad to be here” Lisa said “After you’ve been gone for a while, you DO miss it.” Anna admitted, shrugging. A hot moment later, I asked Lisa, “Should I use this for a poetry pic?” Turning my iPad in her direction, “Yeah,” she says laughing. “My hair looks like I’m coming out of a cocoon.” I added. “You know when you don’t have enough pictures for an Instagram post?” Lisa asked, looking critically through the pics we took last night. “Look,” she says, sharing them up to our 55” TV. After a few, I said, “Lisa and I were talking about this yesterday,” turning to Anna and Leong, a little exasperated, “Lisa, has all of these pics of me with my underwear and it’s like..” “Wait!,” Lisa gasped, NOT on purpose! That makes it sound.. don’t SAY THAT like THAT,” she laughs. “And it’s just like.. you don’t need to share those,” I laugh, waving my arms. “You’re making me sound like a pedophile..” Lisa snickered. “I’m not a baby!” I hooted. “They're not at ALL sexual,” Anna noted. “I’m not saying THAT,” I winced. “When we're drunk, at home, snapping pix and we’re wearing these little dresses..” Lisa begins, “it’s not like I’m taking pictures of your underwear” she stammers laughingly. “There are angles and there are angles where you see!” I point at the example on the screen. “We were drunk!“ Lisa said, “I wasn’t trying.. YOU were drunk too!” She said, counteroffensively. “But you were CrAzY,” I laughed. “Crazy,” Lisa laughed, “Yeah, anyways - why’d you have to say that? You took similar pics.” Lisa added, smiling knowingly. “No one gets to see them,” Leong said, she’s new to Instagram and Lisa is usually her mentor. “They do if they’re public,” I noted, pointing to the little icon. “Shut up!” Lisa snapped, “I EDIT them before I post them - blur things or whatever!” “Ok, I said, “We don’t need to do this now.. you brought pix up.” I held up my hands in surrender. “Jesus Christ, merzy, murble flurble,” Lisa muttered, her voice fading out into incoherence. “But If you wait, save the good picture for a dump - then, it’s too far away to post.” Leong said. “Well, that’s not true, I don’t believe that.” Anna chirped in, “a cool pic is always welcome.” “I don’t like dumps,” I said, “I don’t want to scroll through a ton of someone’s pix, it’s tiring.” “If you’ve A cool pic or even one kind of cool pic, then everyone knows what’s up, Anna offered. “Ethos 2024,” I pronounced. “Post whatever,” Lisa updogged, as I dabbed my lips with lip glass. “Can I borrow your lip gloss?” Lisa asked me, rubbing her chapped lips. “Sure,” I said, handing it over. Yeah, we argue like sisters but friendship involves nuance and shared understandings. “Your parents are back in Ukraine - ya? Leong asked me, “Are you going to Lisa’s? (for Christmas)” “It’s been agreed,” I confirmed, smiling. “We gonna tear it UP!” Lisa laughed and we high-fived, smiling in anticipation. . . Slang.. Document = true, fact
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