things are not bad yet. you call me with a smile and tell me about your week, your new shoes, your trip to the hospital. we talk like we haven't been busy outside of each other, our conversation making gestures at familiarity. i know you are getting better now and i have nothing to worry for and what a great deal you got on those shoes. please don't put them on just yet. come inside for now.
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