Benjamin A. Morris.
A for a fucking animal.
Or always fucking annoyed.
Or—

"Shut up, Ben."

It's unnecessarily weird living in the middle.

Middle state, middle child, middle man.

I spend every single day navigating peacekeeping between my two roommates who just so happen to be my best friends... who also happen to be in love with each other and no one wants to be the first to cave.

It's a mind fuck.

But it's us.

Fuck- Them!

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"I don't like being in the middle."

He laughs, throws his head back like it's something I said in jest. "Shut up, Ben."

"It's true!"

"It's the only place you know to be." He jokes. "You've always been the middle man. Starting center." It feels less like a joke when he says. "Heart."

Like it's genuine.

"Paul's his heart."