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By spaceman Date: 2002 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.20.08.53.5545]] |
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She is curled up on my couch, a blanket clutched to her chin like a child, her feet exposed, bare. Her eyes are puffy, red remnants of the war we waged last night of matters so important that we yelled, and screamed, she cried, I stonewalled and she pleaded... and the damndest thing, as I see her here in the morning light, is I have to give in because she was right. |