
Jealousy, thought, is a game worth only practice in the company. So when he saw her walk out the door he knew he had only two choices: to love despite everything, chronic blind love, or say his name just before he heard the door slam, saying his name, as an immediate disclosure, let it swell in mouth flooded with dreams of spring, and then not to say it ever again. And as her fingers mimicked jumping, obscured, the pitiful cries of Clea, dripping tears of impatience was wondering if that would be the end or whether it would be just a new beginning to generate new customs, or damaging not be merged reinventing instantly, the only thing really existed at that heap of lies caused: the need for them to each other.
- I love you, "he said. And unless you knew this was a truism.
- I love you, "he said. And unless you knew this was a truism.
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