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I Have a Question (Part One)

"What is this?"

"What is what?"

She points above my heart, to reveal a smudge of something.

"....O! I think that was the ice cream that fell on my shirt earlier today."

....O no, why did I say that.
I could clearly see that she's disappointed that I didn't invite her to my fatty delight.
Her face is changing though,
like she's giving up the question of her unpleasant face,
and letting go of the thought that was given.

"Let me guess the flavor!"

She yells not too loudly, like a shy child timidly raising his octave,
but still mindful of his voice.
She bows a little...why does she do this...she so odd,
we are on a sidewalk of a busy street and she is tasting my shirt!
She is literally sucking the flavor of the spot of my shirt,
and people are giving us funny looks and not hiding the fact at all.

"You had Chocolate Raspberry without me!"

"I didn't really think about it...sorry, plus didn't you say you were on a diet?
So then it's a good thing I didn't invite you, I would of ruined your goal."

"....Are you calling me fat?"

UHG! Women, you say one thing and the hear another, such a pain in the a-

"Never mind, let's go to the gallery I was talking about,
we have two hours before it closes."

I wonder why we're going to this,
she doesn't seem like the type of girl that would be in to this sorta of thing.
She seems like the type, that if she saw a statue of a naked man,
she would start pointing and laughing at his nether regions.

We came in, what a site! All types of art on the floors, walls, and ceilings.
They made sure to fill every nook, with someones name.
Hmmm Brito's work is here too, never liked much of him;
his work was just an imitation of Picasso...when he was ten years old.
The floor tile was mosaic and every once is a while you would see(to the best that i could
explain it) gelled over flowers, bugs,
crystals of every color leading to a different trail.
The ceiling had photography in black and white, children playing in the playground,
old folks walking in the park, young couples kissing and holding hands.
It felt like these what memories would look like,
if they were floating visible thoughts. I was mesmerized,
everything was either great, interesting, or very odd.
I was in a dazed until I heard her cackling in the next hall.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Quite down! What are you-"

She points at the statue of the naked man...I knew it.

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