the box of flies
the never-ending mad tea-party with my imaginary friends Michael, Ted, and Henry
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Screw everything.
Screw today.
I’m going to bury myself in Looking For Alaska.
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Me and Michael in a shop
Michael: Is this going to take you long?
Me: No, just going to look around.
Michael: I’m hungry.
Me: OK.
Michael: OK? I’m starving and you say OK?
Me: I know you’re hungry. I mean, OK, I’ll make it quick.
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Michael starts laughing hysterically at a sweater I’ve shown him. Everybody’s staring.
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We find a giraffe-print dress.
Michael: It’s a giraffe dress for giraffe people.
We collapse into a fit of giggles.
Michael: What even?
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Me [showing him a turquoise blazer]: See, this is the color I want.
Michael [grabs a strand of my hair and pulls it towards his head]: See, this is the color I want.
Extensive Mean Girls replay ensues. Everybody’s staring.
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Michael gets excited about a t-shirt with a tag that says FATFACE. He takes a picture and insists that I buy it. I refuse to.
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Michael: This is the big people section. What are we doing here?
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Me: This is a cool sweater.
Michael: Isn’t that a stupid color?
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Michael: Can we finally go? I’m starting to feel itchy because of all these colors.
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When I come out of the fitting room Michael’s nowhere to be seen. I find him just outside the shop. He’s sitting on the floor and typing furiously on his über laptop. Everybody’s staring.
