Zoli is chewing my ears. He thinks they taste good, he likes them. Why ears? And why mine? And what does he like in them? I don’t understand. And sometimes I can’t even believe it. That it’s my ears he’s nibbling at. He says life is nice in pairs, and there are exactly two of my ears. He also says that he put his finger in my ear. But he also says that nothing is hopeless, and that one should try it, just because. Just in case there is still potential in us, he says. He also tells me not to be sad, for he likes it when I'm cheerful. I am cheerful, but when he takes leave of me, my heart sinks and my ears hang low.
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