cutest rothy

i was walking to the L train after school today with rothy. it was cold, in the 30s, and we had our hands jammed in our overcoat pockets. rothy turned to me and asked, when you have your hands in your pockets, do you get the urge to make fists holding everything in your pockets? i said no and she pulled her hands out of her pockets, which were clenched around fistfuls of knicknaps crap and trash.