i watch him massage
her head from behind my phone
for a bit too long.
we don't laugh like that.
why is he taking so long ?
she was a WALK-IN.
when she finally
leaves, i slither back to my chair,
feeling dejected.
"she's so insincere,
i hate her," he whispers and
flicks hair from my neck.
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I always forget about the word dejected. It's a goodun.
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