The first cut, as they say, is the deepest
I couldn’t sleep last night. Every drunk yelling under the window finally slipped away by 3AM and left the street silent.
My beloved was deep in slumber, a fort of pillows protecting his right flank. I curled up on my lover’s other side and woke him up.
“Jon, tell me a story,” I said, “you know, a really personal story.”
It’s a little joke. …
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