Listening to confessions of a dinosaur made MJ feel rather
important in the grander scheme of things. As if her mindless meanderings had
led her to this imperative occasion, as if she was worth all the time in the
world and only she could receive this imperative information. That or her mind
was completely fucked.
“MJ?”
“Hmm?”
“You seem to be zoning out.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just…” She gazed into his tiny eyes, “it’s
just that this seems rather… odd. You know. Me sitting here communicating with
you, blah.” His expression changed little but she could view his saddens at her
comment. Perhaps he was lonely.
“Are you… did…. Do you need a friend Mr Dino?”
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