And so there is nothing in being clever. It should seriously go.
Here I am, sighing.
There better be a reason for this argumen… No—
no—fifteen years—still not.
I wonder if he’d risk
telling the kids, early, about it, or
sitting in silence with her (though he would
tell her, early) for the whole session.
I see a figure, and it is teetering on the edge of an edge. It is comfortable, just, remembering clouds.
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