Thing is, he knew I was coming. That’s what I will remind myself of later, down the line,
when I’m lying on the couch wondering just how much aspirin will do the trick.
Erase the pain, erase life, what the hell is the difference? I mean, I should
have seen this thing for what it was. Should have understood it as a farce just
intended to get his sorry ass laid.
But again: he knew. You’d think that would have made a difference. Maybe it did. That’s
the worst part. Maybe what I saw what exactly what he intended for me to see.
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