I await his ascent to his bedroom with an eagerness similar to that of a child on the night before Christmas. That silence that follows, the end of an evening, and I am free to smoke my joint, to play soft music, where mundane tasks are instead cathartic, I enjoy putting the dishes away, clearing the night away, readying it all for the next one but
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