Cuttlefishlore

Is it weirder that we had hot dog soup for school lunch yesterday, or that I liked it?

Weirder still: On my walk home from school yesterday, I passed the Gottbawi IPark apartment block. This is not weird; I do this every day. But this day, an attractive Korean boy was standing just behind the fence at the corner of the compound. He was only about eight or so, and he was wearing a bright red track jacket like the ones in Royal Tenenbaums. He straddled a bicycle. He said “HELLO.” He startled me. I quickly looked up from my thoughts and my feet and said “Hi! How are you?” A pause. “How-” “What?” “How ARE you?” “WHAT?” Both ‘whats’ were delivered in an unsettlingly monotone, baritone pitch, and his face did not seem to change. His dark but glittery eyes were boring right through me. His mouth was set in a firm, flat line. I started to laugh, when he interrupted me to say (in that same strangely deep, strangely flat voice),

“GIVE ME YOU.”

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Here my interrupted laugh forced its way out in a soprano’s nervous giggle. I turned on a dime and gtfo. Fast.