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Wednesday, March 23, 2011


He whipped the curtains apart. This is what daytime looks like, he shouted as he kicked the pile of my clothes on the floor. But you'd have forgotten, it's been so long. He stormed out and I heard him slam the front door, his heavy steps across the driveway crunching the gravel. Then the car door slammed and the motor started roughly. As the engine revved out of earshot down the street I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head and farted.