domingo, 29 de janeiro de 2012

Boxers

Outro passado oculto


she wakes up, bed still warm. bounces through her way out. puts on her old boxers.
makes some breakfast. she look around and find herself all alone.
she leaves the pancakes in the fridge and sneaks into her brothers bedroom. she already knows where he keeps them.
there she goes, making her weird things again.
steels his underware. she goes straight to the ones that were just washed.
her brother never notices. Probably because he thinks he left them on some girl's house.
her mother doesn't want to know why his son wears two boxers a day.
she only washes them.
he only loses them.
she only does that to annoy them.

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