The Hanging Garden Page #5

were we?

Your dick's sure grown in the last 10 years.

Just the rest of me shrunk.

Thought you'd outgrown that.

You were the first and the best...

but not the last.

And not the next, either.

No?

You ain't even...

a little curious?

I don't know.

We might get caught again.

Not this time.

What is it?

You just got married.

How can you want to have sex with me?

Because I want you to know

that I care about you.

What?

F***.

You know, you can just tell me that.

You okay?

I don't know how to help you.

You okay?

Sorry, I guess you took my breath away.

I guess I got to watch that.

You go on in.

I'm going to talk to myself for a while.

Good night.

You been hanging around here

too long, buddy.

Morning.

Did you sleep outside?

Where is he?

I buried him.

Don't.

Leave it.

Stop it!

Poppy, don't...

Why did you do this?

I loved you so much.

Is it scary?

Not as scary as staying here.

- Everything's tall there.

- Tall?

Taller than here?

You will be taller there, too.

- Eventually.

- Cool.

Big cities are full of maniacs, right?

Yeah, so what's one more?

Listen, there's a man there.

A very sweet...

and beautiful man...

and he loves me very much.

He'll love you, too.

So, what do you think? We get together...

act like a real family for a while?

Can I bring my knife?

- I don't know. What grade are you in?

- Five.

Yeah, you'll need that knife.

There we go.

Now, if she passes by...

she'll know we're thinking of her.

It's my fault, you know.

I broke it. I made her cut her hand.

Now you're going to have to visit a lot.

I realize that.

Can't wait.

You'll want to keep plenty of newspaper,

until she gets apartment trained.

F*** you.

There's no need to talk like that.

F*** you.

You call me for anything.

Love you, buddy.

All right.

Break it up, you fags.

Are we running away?

Yeah, sort of.

No, we're just leaving.

Bye!

What kind of tree is that?

That's...

It's just a tree.

It's a spruce, you idiot.

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