All I could do was work and work and work, I recovered the dull grey couch pillows, each side a different fabric, you can arrange them all in any combination and never get tired, and I mopped the floor and washed the dishes and did the laundry and planned out my week and washed dishes again and crocheted and sorted and folded and glued, and then you were there, and you listened, and it all came out of me, like water running out of a glass tipped over by hands too tired to be careful, my fingers drumming fast on the keyboard, and your love was such a relief.
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