corcordiumm:

Was this his revenge on me for presuming to be done with him? But there they went – my self-confidence and my checklist and my craving to be done with him. Great work. I dried myself, put on the pajama bottoms I had worn last night, threw myself on my bed, and didn’t awake till Mafalda knocked at my door asking whether I wanted eggs for breakfast. The same mouth that was going to eat eggs had been everywhere last night.

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