I FORGOT MY EARBUDS.
Why is the Coffee So Far Away?
A tragic novel by Bridget Franckowiak
And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more coffee! There must be more coffee! Yet nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke it. Just as no one ever says: “We are breathing!” in spite of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time.
YOU GUYS TJ WENT LOOKING FOR A BALLOON FOR ME AND HE FOUND ONE AND THEN WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO GIVE IT TO ME IT FLEW AWAY.