He was smiling. He didn't say anything, but I felt his pulse begin to pick up speed. I'm trying to. And most marriages don't last forever either.
I had a confused image of bodies, hands, being held down, cloth ripping, the weight of a body pinning us to the table and . The mattress made a meaty sound, as his claws tore through it, easily. The only one allowed to have emotion is the one doing the telling. I changed the subject again, because I was losing again.
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