An Escape
My wife’s lack of vocabulary was paralyzing me. No bread. No wine. No heady aromas. No clench within my chest when humbled by her practicality or attempts at empathy ever occurred.
My wife’s lack of vocabulary was paralyzing me. No bread. No wine. No heady aromas. No clench within my chest when humbled by her practicality or attempts at empathy ever occurred.
The gritty anger that surrounded him revealed its truth; she didn’t want to keep him, wasn’t interested in his ability to provide for her and was sure that she had used him.
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