I now know I should never had been involved with a left-handed man. Me, a right-handed woman. It always came down to that damned toilet paper roll.
And the clothes on the floor.
Walked over just as he trampled my heart with his dirty feet until there was nothing left but smooth stone.
Not quite a whetstone. Not even a tinderbox any flame of his could reignite.
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