Eeksy-Peeksy

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Sunday, January 04, 2004

Grippe

I don't love her, not like this. It keeps her fevered and flushed and abed, makes her talk in leaps in her dreams. Then she is up, then she says she is over it, then she's sweating in her sleep again and rolling up all the covers. I make tea and watch for birds in the kitchen.

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