March 1, 2017

“Later, I wanted nothing more than to be away from the man. The closeness of him was infuriation. The man was in every room. His shadow repeatedly mingled with mine. I was in a different sort of agony, one born of proximity and smothering. The man did not leave me alone. I turned the oven on, the man turned the oven off. I looked out the window, the man painted over the glass…”

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