He closed the box and dropped it into the voluminous pocket of his coat. The things he carried around in his pockets had always been a constant source...of amazement to her, and the memory pulled at her heart. They stood together, staring down into the river, watching the snow fall. They had met on this bridge, or near by. She’d been with some friends and he’d been riding by on a bike, bare foot, having lost his shoes at the beach. He’d lost his shirt to and was wearing only a windbreaker and. The voice of the cock’s owner.“The paper bag isn’t because you’re ugly,” he says, in a tone as though I should take it as a compliment. “It’s because I don’t care what you look like. Don’t care who you are when you’re not with me. And you don’t need to see right now. You need to only focus on one thing.”His voice is a constant, low rumbling in my ears. A litany of degradation that stings even more because it’s not vicious. It’s calm and quiet and matter of fact. It’s the tone of plain. More

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