The Facebook Friends by Eric Nguyen
You stopped logging on. So I found your house, climbed up your window, and ate all your Saltine crackers. I waited hours, you never came. So I stole your dirtied laundry—soiled pieces of you you've never shown—went home, brewed tea.
And I just missed you, that's all.
Eric Nguyen is a writer. He sometimes blogs at www.youfightlikeannerice.blogspot.com.
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1 comments:
i thought these were supposed to be fiction and not stories about me