Dreams

July 18th, 2004 by

The phone call came early in the morning. It woke me up with a start since I fell asleep with the phone right next to my head. Ring… r… I must have answered on the first ring. Sitting here now at breakfast and every word she said is cutting through my brain in slow ferocious little chop-chop-chopping motions. What the fuck? How? Really? Did I hear that right? Just like that she cheats on her husband? And chooses me to confess to?

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