Sick
He’s sick of her memory.
He’s sick of her memory, he sat there, in the middle of the night. Sick of the sounds of flats on the floor. Sick of smiling too much during sex last night. Sick of the smell of cheap fabric, and the smell of coffee beans at 5 a.m in the morning. Sick of a refridgerator packed with organic foods
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