Accio Jacksons!

An 11-inch holly blog with a phoenix feather core


by William on 2009-01-14

Rebecca handed me her cup of lemonade. She was offering me a drink. I drank and left maybe a quarter of a mouthful in the bottom. She looked at it and frowned. Clearly I drank too much.

I said, “Whenever we share something, one of us always ends up sad.”

Rebecca replied, “Better you than me.”

I laughed uncontrollably.

(Also: as I was writing this post, Rebecca said, “You need to explain that better or itʼs going to make me look bad.”)