I often forget to charge my phone. I don't even know where it is right now. But nobody ever calls me, so I actually don't even need to charge it or know where it is.
My best friend, on most days, is the fucking sandwich in my hand. It doesn't fail to tell me what's up, whether it be turkey or ham with a spread of goat cheese on whole wheat. I show my appreciation by taking a huge bite out of it. This is love.
A volte, scrivo in italiano. È un'altra metafora per la nostra distanza. Sento come, anche in inglese, non sono capito.
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