we approach his house, smoke getting confused with condensation from or breath, and i ask him if he made a new years resolution. he hadn't, i hadn't, so instead we made school year resolutions. he wants to stop smoking so much and grow five inches. i laugh as i look down at his tiny hand holding a freshly lit cigarette. he asks me what my resolution is, and as smoke burns my eyes and throat i decide i am going to be a nice person

i'm sick of being known as a bitch. i don't want people to say they are intimidated by me. to hell with misanthropy. hugs all around!

and if i step out of line feel free to assault me

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