I can't do this any more. Not even for you. Not even for the McDonald's Happy Meal you buy me after we have sex every Saturday afternoon. Do you know I only eat the cookies? Do you know that I drop the fries down the holes in the sink when you aren't looking? I drop them one by one. Not two by two like Noah's animals. On their own. Solitary. Lone
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