There was a boy on the T today who sat in front of me. We were in those single seats, facing backwards. He had bleached hair - really bleached, almost white. His ears were small and tidy, like pink seashells tucked against his head. When the train lurched and I rocked forward a bit, I thought maybe I could kiss one.
Maybe these are thoughts I only have when I don't talk to other human beings enough.
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