I love these stairs. I’ve missed these stairs. I have a thing for her and stairs, don’t know why. Actually, I do. I used to think about asking her to marry me on the Spanish Steps in Rome about a hundred years ago when I was allowed to think about marrying her. Back then, I thought I’d have married her by now, but instead I’m carrying her to her bathroom so she can throw up again because we still haven’t sorted our fucking shit out.
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