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November 24, 2013
When Julia used to come over, I always gave her coffee out of the Cheshire Cat mug. It was dumb, but I decided that was Julia's mug, and only she was allowed to use it.

Not long after I last spoke to her, the mug fell on the floor and shattered. (She would have said it wasn't an accident.)

For some reason, I still had the box it came in, and I threw it away today. Since I ignored her repeated attempts to get in touch with me, I've lost the right to say goodbye and tell her I'm leaving.