I couldn't believe the way the Indian man at the counter sold me that printer ink. The way he kept asking if I was out of ink ARE YOU OUT OF INK YOU OUT OF INK as if I were a college student who desperately needed ink to print out my term paper. And the way I went back to her house to fetch her science project for her because she forgot because I love her because all I wanted was to see her fucking smile and the hap hap happiness that I saw in her eyes and how her cheeks were fluffier than usual.