#2 One of yours


Fifty pounds on your fiftieth birthday, that’s what I’ll spend, my love. Ginger sweets, a baseball card, a poster of a Porsche, precious. Precious.

Things said twice mean more.


We ate boiled eggs together

When I ask about Steve you tell me he’s a


Steve wants the menus to look just right

I like Steve




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