The Dog Days of Summer
By melanieatplay. “Can’t we at least talk about this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terrycloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We HAD been talking about this, for the last two hours, and he wouldn’t let it go. He continued, “I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning, and it’s been messing with me all day… and I… I worry about
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