"You're an unforgettable retard." she muttered under her breath. Every morning the boy strolled in, banged his fist on the counter and demanded some goddamn pancakes. "I'm just going to cut up your newspaper. Don't cry sweetheart." He declared. She just blinked and filled his cup.
"C'mere," he raised his slow bony finger to beckon her. "I wanna tell you a secret." Feet dragging she forced herself over to the old man. "I only dream in black and white. Always have, always will." As he spat on th ground she didn't even flinch.
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