No one talks like I do.

"Yuck, that's disgusting!" I exclaim

The girls laugh, amused. Delighted strangers

I realize that isn't a plausible remark when someone tells you they have been awake

Since two in the morning

But it makes sense to me.

I have a secret language.

It wasn't meant to be a secret, it's just that

No one can speak it.

Well, one can. Because we made it.

You and I. Me n' you.

I guess you're my default mode.

I'm glad you talk like I do.

I'm grad you chalk wrike I doo.