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The hours turn to days. And then finally the curtains are drawn and the sun streaks in. You look pasty, she says. You look in love, he says.

He bought a white carpet for the living room. And then a bunch of bad things happened, all involving poop. And then he became philosophical.

He woke from the dream determined to better his life, to escape the dross that had him in a cocoon. I should switch to tea, he told his wife

This disaster is the best I could hope for, she thinks. The realization floors her. But the floor is so hideous. That’s part of the problem.

And when he didn’t look up from the magazine he was reading she said, You don’t care anymore, and then he looked at her and said, Never did.