I bought the aged sofa and set it out on my veranda, ready for a good summer.
In winter, while throwing it away, I found the earring she accused me of stealing down the back of the cushions.
I kissed her softly on the bruise I’d left on her cheek.
Then we hugged there, still wearing our kimonos, and made up.
Me and me and the other me had a big fight about a story yesterday.
It’s been really awkward silence since then, mind-wise.
The two brothers fought valiantly with their swords against a foe that outnumbered them tremendously, but now it was becoming apparent to the younger one that the enemy was gaining ground as they grew weary. Noticing his brother’s obvious concern and fatigue, big brother looked over smiling and said, “Don’t worry bro, this is my dream and we’re gonna win!”
We built the machines and sent them off to fight for us.
The machines met, got along really well and now keep saying things that are getting quite worrying.