Dustin Henderlong

“ Dear Diary,
I’m afraid I’m gravely ill. It is perhaps times like these that one reflects on things past. An article of clothing from when i was young, a green jacket, a walk with my father, a game we once played, pretend we are fairies. I am a girl fairy and my name is laura lee and you are a boy fairy and your name is teatree, pretend when we are fairies we fight each other and I say , “Stop hitting me or I’ll die”, and you hit me again and I say “Now I have to die”, and you say, “But I’ll miss you” and I say “I have to”.
And you’ll have to wait a million years to see me again and I’ll be put in a box and all I’ll need is a tiny glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza, and the box will have wings like an airplane, and you ask, “Where will it take you?”,
“Home”, I say.

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