Overdramatic much

[rootbeer1]

So I’m lying on the bed when qbear comes up and lies down next to me. He feels my right leg, below the knee.

“I can feel the metal in there,” he says.

“Does it bother you?” I ask.

“No, just more of you to love. More metal you.”

“Not as much as before,” I remark. “I did have my mercury fillings replaced last year.”

“Good,” he says. “They were poisoning me.”

“Poisoning you?”

“Yes,” he says. “ Every time you kissed me … I died a little!”

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[backawayslowly.livejournal.com]

Aw.