what i'm
thinking, she says.
if i tell you today it will
come out wrong.
so tomorrow,
we'll sit down
and talk things out, okay?
no,
i tell her.
tell me now or forever
hold your peace.
she laughs.
okay.
i'm leaving you
at the end of the week.
moving out.
excellent.
Saturday is good,
i tell her.
i'll pick up some boxes
for you,
a roll of bubble wrap
and plenty of tape.
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