September 14, 2008

“It’s so quiet here,” he said. It annoyed her that he had spoken at all, his voice scattering noise all around what had been a cleanly silent grove.

“You never respond,” he said. “Why can’t you talk to me?”

She stared at the ground, tired of sending empty messages through glances and half-smiles.

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