

For KathrineI saw him again today. Only a flash. Well-formed cartoon lines, bulbous nose, the smell of gasoline. I'm sure it was him. I feel so teased. He knows how obsessed I am with him and he plays with me so, the way he bobs and weaves between my reality and his cartoon world. He never stays. I only ever get glimpses, but there's something so positive and absolute... a feeling, or some sense of security, I know he's there, with his little black dots of eyes on me. I turn around and he's gone, but se la vive (or whatever). I know it'sFor Kathrine
*sniffle*
The Wonderkitty goes to pout in the corner
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