Baz was sleeping, I was inebriated, and we were listening to Spotify. I was spouting stupid philosophy about somatic memory to Adam, lying on his chest with eyes half-closed.
"The pseudo-science in that," he said, "is like nails on a chalkboard."
THIS is why I did not marry someone like me. I love him more than I can say.
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