ex-wives. While watching Violet’s shameless flirting, I almost collide into a situation I would prefer to avoid. Out of pure curiosity and some form of horrid punishment, my gaze locks on the two of them. I should go to a different door or at the least turn away until they finish mauling each other. They haven't noticed me yet, and neither seems too rushed to come up for air. I'm invisible to these people. No one turns to acknowledge me as I flitter by every day, but I’ve grown to live with the reality. She’s pinned against the metal door. His hands roam her perfect body, slipping beneath the
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