Souvenirs

July 22, 2010

In the morning, she saw how many bruises he had left behind.

Just noting souvenirs, she said, pointing at one, then the other.

I’m sorry, he said. But I couldn’t have helped it if I’d wanted to.

No apologies needed, she said. No apologies needed at all.

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