Borde skriva mer. Inte nu, nu sitter jag ju på jobbet. Men ikväll. Eller någon kväll. Var länge sedan jag skrev något vettigt. Firar det me...

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Borde skriva mer. Inte nu, nu sitter jag ju på jobbet. Men ikväll. Eller någon kväll. Var länge sedan jag skrev något vettigt. Firar det med att klipp-och-klista sånt som jag hittar i dokumentmappen. Skrivet för 2-3 månader sedan.

"I'm scared," I silently admitted at her probing quesetions.
"Scared? What of?" she asked, her head tilted to one side.
"You know," I managed. "Stuff."
"Stuff?" she said, slighly raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah. Stuff." I repeated.
"What kind of stuff?" she kept probing.
"All kinds of stuff," I replied, still trying to be vague. "Life. You."
"Me?" she echoed, rasing her eyebrows another notch.
"Yeah," I admitted. "Mostly you."
"Why?" she asked with a puzzled look on her sweet face.
"Good looks scare me," I said with a slight shrug.
"So you find me attractive?" she asked, with the hint of a smile.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Good," she said with a nod, the matter suddenly settled. "I like you scared."


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