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Thinking thoughts

He was doing it again. That drifting thing, where days, weeks passed by doing nothing of note, bar game duties. Outside of the football though, he'd have struggled to so much as name the days.

Was it a Wednesday when he'd accidentally fallen asleep, audiobook playing in the background, and it was morning again by the time he'd woken up, starving? It was almost certainly a Sunday or Monday when he'd whiled away the time, coffee and cigarettes close at hand, lazing around in the park all day.



So much time alone. Too much time alone. The amount where he'd begun wondering if those couples he'd see everywhere maybe had a point. A world with a population splitting into pairs, like that was just the natural thing to do, like everyone should join in, attaching at the hip to one other person. Call them their other half. Stop phoning their other friends because it was all about The One.

It almost sounded appealing, if you could just separate it from all that romance stuff. Someone not a lover, but not just a friend. Was there a name for that? How could you even find a thing if you didn't know what it really was?

Oh well. If he just lay here long enough, something would surely happen by magic. He looked down at his book again.

"Me and who, Toad? Me and who?"