i had a dream last nigth that i saw the tall boy, and he was wearing a postal workers uniform. he said he switch jobs because the pay was more, and the job allowed him more time a the end of the day to mountain bike.
also, there was no denying his interest in me still. i was working at the knit shop, and wrote a message on the wall. while i was away, he filled in the message with a bunch of written stuff. he wasn't the worlds best writer, but it was him making an effort.
every time i would go to read the note, i would get distracted.
his pants were too short.