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Jakob was very, very blonde and wore sandals. He wanted to be a writer, and so he sat looking quite sternly at his pen that was in his hand to his notebook back to his hang to his book to his hand with the pen in it and the to the Spanish women that strolled by in the streets saying como estas to everyone they met as his mind slowly reeled back to that night in Madrid a week ago, before she left with Bernard, before it all went bad, before a hundred bottles of cheap, government-issued wine in small leather bags that sweated in the hot sun, and before six trays worth of his cigarette ash had left him weeping into his cool green clouded cup of absinthe and longing for the few short months they’d had together in Italy, in Milan, when the white buds from the trees fell down onto the sidewalk and in Rome when she loved him still.

Jakob drank in the cool mixture of absinthe and water and let it flood into his head so that his eyes swarmed with black dots. Jakob wore sandals and wanted to be a writer and so he drank his cool absinthe this way and kept on squinting.


	Deadly Ivy \| home 6.7 \| 45 \| 9th \| Here Here Jakob was very, very blonde and wore sandals. He wanted to be a writer, and so he sat looking quite sternly at his pen that was in his hand to his notebook back to his hang to his book to his hand with the pen in it and the to the Spanish women that strolled by in the streets saying como estas to everyone they met as his mind slowly reeled back to that night in Madrid a week ago, before she left with Bernard, before it all went bad, before a hundred bottles of cheap, government-issued wine in small leather bags that sweated in the hot sun, and before six trays worth of his cigarette ash had left him weeping into his cool green clouded cup of absinthe and longing for the few short months they’d had together in Italy, in Milan, when the white buds from the trees fell down onto the sidewalk and in Rome when she loved him still. Jakob drank in the cool mixture of absinthe and water and let it flood into his head so that his eyes swarmed with black dots. Jakob wore sandals and wanted to be a writer and so he drank his cool absinthe this way and kept on squinting.