"The Counter across the counter. So sure to remain just out of arms reach. How many times now is it? I forget. Has it been my pleasure to teach. Your kind? Why no reminder is too many. And to spare no friend this innocuous speech?
Unless it is one’s wish to enjoy the beach on your own?
I ask you two. Saintly sinners. Having spent decades discerning my true desires. Only to cancel each other out on my shoulders. To remind me. Being witness to each. And everything. Including all I’ve managed to keep secret but?
"Crickets" or your "Clicker" is all I hear.
Are we clear? I beseech you to feel. As I. You indifferent ambiguous judge. Clicking continuously not uncommonly. You never told me how it makes you feel infuriating me so. Your Counter culture. I’ve held so many like you in my arms. My calming nature slowing the pace of the pulse. Until no clicks of note denoting anything to speak of remain. I’ll take the lives with little left. Or the ones living life to the fullest. If you’ll let me.
Reach out your hand. Join my outreach program."