…oh Adam

When Adam first fell in love with Justine he felt as though big pink flowers were unfurling in his chest. Something was being loosened, eventually it would unlock. Of course he was always tapping himself on the shoulder from behind, “Wake up, sleepyhead…she’s married.” But the flowers in his chest didn’t brown, wilt, and dry up. They kept blooming.

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"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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