you sit at the island counter, eating. I walk in. You get up and put the dish into the sink. You look like you’re about to break. You look over at me you: i didn’t make dinner…just by the way…Steven: okay. you walk into the living room. I take a deep breath and just shake my head. I walk into the bedroom and get changed, I don’t want to deal with it.
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