12/05/2026 20:04

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I stared at him. I've got enough to do to run my own life, so I sort of demanded he change, become more independent. The fact that I carried it had raised very interesting metaphysical questions. He was back to staring at the floor.

Not because of the way I looked and what I could do with my body. It took us almost a minute to remember we couldn't breathe under water. I held his face in my hands, my mouth searching his, and it wasn't enough. Anita, say something.