Darling

Darling

I had to have an excuse. Any excuse would do. I couldn’t bear it. You paced up and down the house. You went to the door, once, 2, 3 and more times. I didn’t have the key, you didn’t either. The other door—as I rushed to the other door, you followed me. The air was cold, but we had freedom. We smelled freedom and relief at long last.

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