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April 24, 2012 / austreberto

Day twenty-four

tequila was a bad choice

 

i hope my lap is comfortable enough

especially while lying on the bathroom floor

the tile is cold

shivers

 

she’s quiet

almost too quiet

but asks me to tell her a story

 

pretty sure she won’t remember any of this

but i push her hair behind her ear

to make sure she can hear me clearly

 

don’t know what to say

so i just talk

 

i eventually reposition myself

but she believes that i’m leaving her side

she’s afraid

tells me to never leave her

 

i tell her i won’t

and continue my story

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