didn’t hear him behind me. I felt him. Electric. Wild. One foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was. Where was I supposed to put that in my head? I wadded the thought up, stuffed it in my padlocked box, and tested the chains. I was going to need a few more. I turned and we had one of those wordless conversations that were our specialty. Nice apology, I said, but not enough. It’s not an apology. I don’t owe you one. Our wordless conversation ended there. We’re getting worse at them. Distrust clouds my eyes, and I can’t see past it.
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