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We don't have a study, we don't have a lot of things
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The chest of drawers was heavy, what with being full of photographs, letters, other bits
So he looked at him and tipped his head forward. In return he craned his neck back, You are not, he said, what I thought, he said, You are, he said. Spittle, when he said it. The trousers around his ankles burnt his skin red hot in the face.
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Not that the paint isn't there, not that the carpet doesn't matter
When we're lying here and you're smoking: your smell. How it's just so wonderful to me; where does it come from. It's like it comes from out of you: could you even stop it if you wanted to. And I'm not smoking. The sheets are on the floor around us and we're undressed with my mind.
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Food coiled around a fork and pushed into a spoon
The weather changed. It made me uncertain again. Like the time the power was turned off and we all talked about how we didn't need it anyway and we were all lying because we knew we did. We had headaches because we couldn't make coffee and we put our bodies next to each other to keep warm and to pass time.
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The wee hours, the morning
You're just about to be attacked by a bear The rain hit against the husband and wife's newly nuptial bedrooms window and they moved away from each other. They were slightly sweaty and filled with thoughts.
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