cajt-pred-tagi

>its all i ever get anyway. (the end)

>she sits down on her bed
starts doing something on her computer
im standing at the kitchen door
looking at her
trying to make sense of things

i go over to her
push her back to the wall
undo her belt, she lets me do it
her look is blank
leaving me to wonder what had just happened

“now what? what the fuck am i supposed to do now?!”
she blinks, offers no response
i grab my jacket, head to the door
she follows
guess shes being courteous

i walk home
her smell lingers on my fingers
memories flood back
the end surprises me every time
it would make a lousy novel.

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round oneround tworound threeround fourround five – the end

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