It’s a night that could be any night: him on one side of the bed, me on the other. But now, our bodies are turned inward like coiling infants who’ll never scale each other’s slippery walls of flesh (by now, decades high).
The fight itself is nothing spectacular. I don’t exactly know how we’ve gotten to him shouting in my face, “Shut the fuck up!” With th…
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