The story so far:
103: Those endless, circular arguments: “But why aren’t I enough for you?” “It’s not like that. It’s just… I’m not made that way, babes.”
104: I hated it when she called me babes, the name she called everyone, & we fought every time she came home, smelling of someone else’s musk.
105: And the more we fought, the longer she stayed away and I was left alone again, unable to sleep or to work or to eat.
106: It was all I could do to remember to breathe, until she returned to me again.
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