Then the rain started to enter the house, and she said, I thought you promised to fix the roof, and I said, When’s the last time we had sex?
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The food is placed on our table and we recognize none of it. Did we order this? I ask. Would you eat that? she asks. We leave to get a room.
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Her stomach is littered with bite marks. She says, Why would you do that? I remember this thing my mother once did. All I can do is I shrug.
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We’d just had sex for the first time. Who do you hate? she asks while getting dressed. I’m taken aback. We hardly know each other, I whisper.
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We stare at the salami, its fat glistening in the day’s last light like shards of crystal. You take it, I tell her, stepping out of my pants.
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He picks up his stuff. I have to get to practice, he tells her. She laughs derisively. He leaves. She lights a smoke. Practice, she mumbles.
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I cooked for her. This signalled my intentions in the most obvious way. She loved the meal. Why can’t you do this in bed? she asked politely.
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We’re walking. She walks. Everywhere. It’s as if she doesn’t know cars exist. Can we take a break? I ask. Now everything makes sense to her.
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He comes home with a double sausage pizza, just as she comes downstairs in her new neglige. Hi, she says. Don’t make me choose, he whimpers.
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He slides off her and she punches him. That’s the best I can do, he sighs. And she mocks him. Hard. He knows he deserves it. He always does.
