Get in, get out

We were so intimate once, more than everything else in the whole world. Imagine that, what a laugh that is now. It ought to make us ashamed. I keep crossing one leg, then the other. I feel like I’d break the window and jump out.

I have to do something with my life. Either that or I’ll kill myself.

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