Our lunch's getting cold

Hey, Rembrandt. I've more time to talk to you again so here I am, yo.

If you had ears and a nose, you'd probably hear Joe's shuffling fingers on his keyboard and smell my curry for lunch. You'd probably hear a voice from where my cousin is, but really, that voice is probably coming from one of his friends or his girlfriend. If you could feel, then you'd probably feel as cold as all four of us are, all in blankets, jackets and little socks.

You'd probably cream me for telling you this if you could, but there's this little mug of hot water on this other page of yours right now. Hey, I said ‘probably’ five times.


Everything feels all right.


Ramon