Free Writing

“How many times have you been here?”
“Once or twice.”
“You’re lying.”
“Okay, okay. Eight.”
“Eight times?”
“Yes, eight. Why does it matter?”
“I… It… It doesn’t, I guess. I was just curious. And I’m excited.”
“With good reason, too.”
“What is it like?”
“Really?”
“Really, what?”
“You want me to tell you? To spoil it for you? Mm?”
“Well, um—“
“No. No, I won’t tell you anything. It’s the experience, dear brother, that makes it so special.”
The doors opened, revealing what was inside; and what was inside took his breath away.
Forever.

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