Blake and I sit in a comfortable silence, it blankets us.
Keeps us warm and lets us think.
When my phone flashed his name that morning, i knew he needed to sit st the old wooden tables and sip on gingery lager.
I dont like that taste.
Make jokes, say words like "dire" and "fail". Eat chinese food and swap gross stories.
Talk about that Wandering Dragon and music and uni and anything.
Everything.
Oh Blake, i needed to sit at old wooden tables too.
Dire.
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