: Fictional claim
I was sitting there, enjoying my Big Stick® [a selecta popsicle that caused me to blush when i said it to someone who asked what it was], when all of a sudden, he came to my view... We exchanged a few senseless banters.
Then he asked, "What are you waiting for?" For a moment, a microsecond which seemed to last for an hour, i thought of what he really wanted to ask, or if he was telling me to do something that i should've done a long time ago. Then the thought disappeared as fast as it came.
I think he noticed that i zoned out, he asked again. "What are you waiting for?"
"Mr. Right," I said, trying to make it sound simple, not desperate.
He laughed. He laughs all the time. "You won't find him here," he said, "it's a one in a ... in a lot actually."
Such cruelty, i thought. "Yes, i figured that."
I don't think he heard me. He never heard me.
Then he asked, "What are you waiting for?" For a moment, a microsecond which seemed to last for an hour, i thought of what he really wanted to ask, or if he was telling me to do something that i should've done a long time ago. Then the thought disappeared as fast as it came.
I think he noticed that i zoned out, he asked again. "What are you waiting for?"
"Mr. Right," I said, trying to make it sound simple, not desperate.
He laughed. He laughs all the time. "You won't find him here," he said, "it's a one in a ... in a lot actually."
Such cruelty, i thought. "Yes, i figured that."
I don't think he heard me. He never heard me.
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