equivalent exchange

Unedited. Subject to change. If I choose an official date, I'll definitely share it! Enjoy :) “Why aren’t you answering your phone,” Natalie demanded, picking up after the second ring. I knew she’d had her phone in her hand, watching it light up with my name, “punishing” by making me wait an extra few seconds before she answered. “I was a little preoccupied.” I stared down at the scuffed toe of my designer boots, feeling none of the rage I would’ve two weeks ago over such a thing. One week ago. Maybe the liquor was already kicking in, or maybe the shit didn’t really...