Passion Pairing Nicely

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By Tim Pozzi

The room is empty, and the house groans on it's own. He's disowning the entire thing, the whole scene he deems as worthless. So the spectacle continues... the issue only complicated by her incessant chatter. In one ear and out the other, still there's a stutter or a muttering of the masses of something true. But it's a truce he seeks, the bleak reality now sinks in. He's lived again all day in his own head.

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