Merriment, Displeasures and the Like
Thursday, February 21, 2013
As of late
I unlock the door.
I pass through the threshold, and instantly, it flushes over me, warmth. I feel the blood rush over my hairline and warm my cheeks. My digits join each other closely, my shoulders and neck tenses.
I am angry.
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