Page 89 - Anonymous
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I'm breathless when he sets me on
my feet, my legs shaking. He turns
away, his shoulders tense as he leans
against the wall, barely able to contain
his anger. It ripples over him, and falls
off him, enveloping us both in it. I rinse
off without a word and exit the bathroom,
leaving this moment in that little glass
box. This is our life now. We live from
moment to moment. We hold on, because
what else do we have if we let go? I don’t
