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“Another day… 

Hubby waits outside in the alley staring in the direction of the street. He sits with the posture of someone whose heart is currently in the process of falling down some stairs. But the stairs aren’t even inside him. The stairs his heart are falling down are somewhere far away from the confines of his body. Just miles and miles and miles away. And you can tell this hurts him, this process of his heart falling down some stairs which are far away from the confines of his body. But you can also tell it’s not really the physical action of his heart falling down the stairs that hurts Hubby so much but rather the overwhelming distance from his heart. Being so detached from such a huge part of himself. Not to mention the fact that he knows once his heart is done falling down the stairs, wherever they are, and however many of them there are, his heart still won’t be inside him. His heart will just lay there at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up at them. Finding them beautiful. Wanting to fall down them all over again. 

And over again… 

And over and over and over and over and over again…”

- Adam
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