Talking in the library


          I am screaming at my wife. My face flushed from a fearful rage. It runs through me fueling teeth nashing and hair pulling. I shake her but she only moans then I realize shes asleep. I get ahold of myself by rubbing my temples. I calm down and laugh a little. I know better you’re not suppose to distract the driver.

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