The dull image of Magenta caressing my head couldn't leave my mind. It might be a dream and it might be not but it was kind of amazing how that dull image could make me feel.
Besides other things Magenta had never done being drunk was one of them and being a person living on streets it was surprising. She was thinking millions time before taking a shot of beer.
We sat down on the top of the hill with the fire burning right in front of us and night chill setting in. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was reflected in the lake in front of us.
"You know we met when it was spring." She reminded me with a fond smile.
How can I forget, she spray painted me?
"And you didn't know who I was," I answered her with a faint smile of memory.
"I thought you were some handsome arrogant guy
