They're lounging on the bench, wrapped around each other and breathing down each other's necks. Every once in a while, you can hear air squeeze between them. It's like putting your ear to a shell--air hisses past crevices.
Vomitous.
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That actually made me shiver in revulsion. I hate it when people breathe down my neck. We already touched about the touching thing.
ReplyDeleteI suppose my reaction means it's good writing. Yep, it is.
I never want to be one of these couples. NEVER NEVER NEVER. EVER EVER.
ReplyDeleteThese people suck.
Is the setting a certain place on Southern's campus? I could think of a few places it could be.
ReplyDeleteHehe, probably. Robby, good luck with that...
ReplyDeleteOh, I dunno. We made a pact that we would avoid the lobbies at all cost. As soon as you sit down, you are tainted forever. I never want that to be the case.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. Lobbies just do weird things to people, especially couples. Try to avoid them at all costs and I think you'll make it OK.
ReplyDeleteWhy do they call it a "lobby"?
ReplyDeleteMaybe it has something to do with lobbyists.
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