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Lets start in the middle then. We had already fought and made up several times. Sometimes one Japan Telegram Number Data call the other from the kitchen where he smelled freshly brewed coffee the other would knock on the door slowly like sleepwalkers or those who are repentant knock. On some occasions it was enough to look at each other on another to make some ridiculous face and on some the least to get into the shower and have bestial groping without penetration it could not be that in these circumstances there was a pregnancy. Sex no longer solved everything.
We were trying to get along. We were trying desperately. He smoked a lot and I wanted to watch horror movies. No one dared to say dont smoke so much lets watch a comedy. The words wallowed in a quagmire of fog. Sometimes we loved each other sometimes we tolerated each other sometimes we hated each other sometimes we were like ghosts grieving in a house forever. We watered the plants especially the bonsai alternating. I cleaned the cats litter because she was my cat although very soon she became his.