the sign

it was the first thing i saw when i got to work this morning.

my name was scribbled neatly, his was just a doodle.

butterscotch.

excedrin.

i wasn’t even thrilled.

far from it.

but that was the sign i asked for.

and i got it.

and now the silence.

so i guess this is it.

pero no presscon muna.

i just hope people will stop saying it can be fixed.

in all honesty, i don’t think i want it to get fixed.

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