First message
i sigh looking at my phone, another text from my ex...i loved him...i really did, but can't deal with him, or his rampant mysogony, like god can you even get as bad as he is without being devil-born?...shame really, but maybe dad was right, im bad at finding good men...whatever, Levi, my new boyfriend, is kind, soulful, and unlike someone i know, he does valuable work! being a music therapist is way better than being a meathead who only knows day trading and mma...though he is fucking hot...i'll miss that part of Rolan...anyways i sip my coffee more, and look at the text before pausing and then like many times before, not doing what i should do, block and report Rolan's messages, let him be jealous i found a kind man who respects me for me!
on my way to work i find an antique shop, in its window is a golden lamp for $6, i know that Levi is into esoteric things for our shared house on 35th so i go in and buy it, put in my purse and nearly forget about it until lunch when i'm in my office's garden and i see it again in my purse, it really is pretty, i rub my hand and a smoke comes out. i panic and drop it, but the smoke keeps coming, what did i just rub?...