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You first, Then I By Sarah Stodola --------------------------------------
I tried to peek. You said no and turned your back. I sat steeping in exasperation. You drew more. I rolled my eyes and puffed my lips at you. You didn’t see my impatience, but you felt it. I felt a bit guilty about this. You felt this too and your shoulders seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I sat back on the couch. You glanced. I saw. You hurried to turn back to the drawing. I couldn’t stand it much longer. You seemed to have all the patience in the world. I ran out of it. You didn’t sense it. I hugged you from behind. You thought I was trying to peek. I was. You were right. I scolded you for being cold, though. You said to let you concentrate. I sat back and closed my eyes. You sighed. I dozed. You poked me. I woke. You held out the drawing. I looked at it and then at you. You held it out further. I took it. You said to turn it over. I did. You asked what I thought. I didn’t understand. You said it didn’t matter. I thought it was pretty. You could tell. I put it in a frame. You wanted it back after awhile. I said no. You claimed it was yours retroactively. I insisted that some things are set in stone. You gave in. The only time, ever. --------------------------------------- Sarah Stodola is the Managing Editor of Me Three. She can be contacted here. ©
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