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that don’t suit him, his belly hanging over
the hem. Slipping into trainers with neon
reflectors on the sides, he opens then
closes their bedroom door without a look
back.
He steps out of the house precisely
fifteen minutes later, pops his headphones
on his head, and starts a slow jog down
the tree-lined street humming to whatever
he's listening to. I jog a bit slower than
