Elephant. you see, all through highschool i've dodged this one teacher. i form a routine and somehow he always ends up in my path. it's a dellicate, the whole process of dodging. do you know what i want to be when i'm around you? she just doesnt appreciate the camel information. this this is Chris. "i like the gooey smell of band-aids, like my watch, the leather smell, it's better that oil or gasoline (which i also like the smell of)." he turns away and pretends to listen to another figure as he chews on his bottom lip. "i was still facing him. he turned it off." i whisper. "nobody has ever smelled my wrist." he shoves it in my face. rejected, "listen...what could you be writing now?" "im catching up." i try to explain as he pulls his wrist away and caresses the watch with a loving expression dancing on his face. -amanda