When I arrived at the library, I noticed my favourite computer no.8 was already occupied. I was allocated computer no. 6. When computer number 8 was available I swapped places.
A friend who was working on computer 7 said to me that he'd sensed I was very uncomfortable at no. 6. He said he could sense I was a lot happier now I was on number 8. I told him that I have a thing about the no. 8, numbers adding to 8, or recurring 8s. He may have been picking up on that love. My friend said he understands because his recurring number is 444.
I love you, 8.
Enocia
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