Habit
October 4, 2010Light filtered in, and it was the worst kind of light, the kind that heralds an end to a beginning, the kind that eradicates the careful boundaries of an incautious night and lets the rest of the world bleed in.
This can’t become a habit, he said. And then, so quietly she could barely hear him, I really want this to become a habit.
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