Aaron just told me a story about his childhood. It's not important what, but it is important that in the end he burned a poem in a jar, closed the lid, and wrote \”Broken Dreams\” on the top. I say \”You're so emo, Aaron.\”
\”Shut up!\”
I gesture up and down at his completely black clothing that he earlier described as his Hamlet costume. He tries to think of a way to prove me wrong, so he unzips his pants and shows me that his boxers aren't black. But, oh wait, they are.
\”FUCK!\”
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