two a.m. passes the same : i 'm staring at the ceiling , growing somehow both more awake and more asleep . no , my father told me , he was here for a couple of months during his masters . holy crap ... just-fucked pigtails do not suit me either . his cousin in the state senate would have to find him another ' job . the urge hit me to turn around and tell him , `` see , i can touch her whenever i want to , '' but then i realized that was a little bit creepy . 