So now she has me up at the dining table doing this instead of in bed. I don't think of it as my bed, just as I don't think of this as my (or "our") house. It's like I am visiting. A fucking houseguest. Whenever she wants me to do something, and I am at least willing to do it, she manages to summon up the will within me to do the exact opposite.
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The fish are biting.
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