How I Get Over You (Pt. 3)

June 12, 2010
Stab, stab, stab.
I puncture a tennis ball to bits.
You look over my shoulder.

"Of course."
"Really, 'cuz it looks more like venting anger."

I glare.
"That's absurd."
Stab, stab, stab.

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