Asra x MC — Cuddling

everyonehasamnesia:

There are three kinds of knowledge. First, the things that you know. The shop. How to barter for a better price on bolts of fabric. Nine of the ten types of smiles that Asra gives you, like gifts pressed into your hands.

Second, there are things that you know you don’t know. “What lies outside of Vesuvia?” you ask, and then gasp, sinking to your knees, as pain locks its jaws around the base of your skull like a vice grip. When you can stand again, days later, you know that you do not know. You don’t try to ask Asra where he’s been again, but you are aware of this gap in knowledge.

Lastly, there are things that you don’t know that you don’t know.

“How many people live here?” you ask. Your friend lives above the brewery. It’s a business below and a home above, like the shop. There are two beds squeezed into one room.

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