He thought he was too old to find love again. When he did he felt like doing a series of backflips. But he didn’t because he had a bad back.
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Our relationship was in that stage where our nicknames had become utterly nonsensical, but then she crossed the line and called me Jalapeno.
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We stare at each other. Naked. Almost in love. She says, What one thing about me do you want to know? She waits. Can you bake cookies? I ask.
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She says, What would you do? I bite into an orange and savor it. Does my answer matter? I ask. We gaze at the sky together. Toward infinity.
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She says, Try this cheese. She puts it in my mouth. I say, This tastes like my underarms smell. She says, Just about. And then she kisses me.
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I told her I loved her but she said, I just don’t care, and this made me laugh because I’d expected her to say this. That’s why I loved her.
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She starts to clear the table, and she looks at me and says, It’s sexy time, and the kids panic and leave, meaning we get control of the tv.
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I grew fat. Or more fat. One day my wife looked at me as if for the first time. When did this happen? she said, as she served up more pasta.
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We lie entwined, glowing, denouement as discovery. I used to pick my nose, I say. I don’t really know why. She sticks her finger in my nose.
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I bought a monkey. I called to tell her. Her silence cut through me like a cleaver. Then she sighed. I knew she’d made peace with me. Again.
