He was unhappy that I told him I was leaving. That I sprang the news on him, seemingly out of nowhere. That I was leaving him.
I pulled off my shirt and undid the clasp of my pants, standing in front of the mirror hanging on the door of the dresser.
Bubbles populated the surface of the growing pool.
In a place like that, longing comes alive more than nightmares do.
I was asking what looked like a twenty year old to get in my car.
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