A Time for Strength
“What, what? What part did you not hear? It’s Valentine’s day. Go spend time with your mate.”
His eye widens, “Valentine’s day?”
“Yeah, maybe you heard of it. Hearts, chocolates, baby angels shooting arrows at your ass, you know... love.” I even make little fluttering motions with my hands to get it through his thick head.
“I lost track of the days. She made dinner... Fuck.”
Without another word, he picks up his keys and sprints out of the room.
“Love you too, Bronxy!” I call out as his footsteps pound down the hallway.
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