“Don’t go,” she said as her lover put on his clothes. He didn’t bother to answer, not even a look. “I love you.”
“No you don’t. You’ll have another man in here by morning.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I should.” And she would, if she could. But as she got older “it” wasn’t the only thing getting old and going no where.
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