He’s left his sunglasses on my journal. I know he didn’t read it, I trust him. He couldn’t read it, anyway. He can’t read Arabic, and I stopped writing in hieroglyphs after I once caught him “accidentally” translating a tablet. Clever bastard.
Stupid sunglasses, hiding his eyes. I hate not being able to see his eyes. When I can’t see his eyes, he’s all smug grin, baseball cap and gun. I need to see his eyes.
But when he does wear the sunglasses, he’s the hottest coolest man on any planet.
Damn. Yup, sticking with Arabic for a while longer.
.:.
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