Routine
Noah Gammell

Every Saturday at eight I leave my door unlocked. She used to twist and then push. Things are more fluid now.
I don't even smile anymore. She didn't used to but lately she has. I guess only one of us has to show teeth for this to work. Equal sulking means extinction.
I suppose I love it. Languid love was always more satisfying to me. There are no hearts involved. I just have to put the lights up.

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