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372 pages, ebook
First published February 16, 2015
“You’re not the only woman I kiss or flatter or take to bed,” This bed, where we lie now. My bed, hers, and yet so many others.Oddly enough, and sometimes really cringy, Caroly wants to hear the details about his ‘clients’ and they act those scenes out together. She doesn’t mind sharing his body with others, and that starts to bother him.

I picture my hutch, lined with its watches and clocks and other wind up treasures. They glitter like liquor bottles, I realize. I hide inside them as an alcoholic might, numbing and procrastinating, and telling myself "tomorrow." Always, "tomorrow, I'll be a better man," but I've let tomorrows gather like bricks-- three years worth. If I keep going that way, I'll wake some morning and find this garret stacked dark and tight and airless as a crypt. No room for Caroly, no room for anything, but me and that cabinet. Give it enough time, and no one will come knocking anymore. Or if they do, my walls will have grown too thick to hear.