In an abandoned History/Art museum with a friend. Telling her she has to see the Chicago room where it’s Union Station windows and a large dark painting of cherub-style pub life. Staying in a new apartment building that houses students. Taking a bath and noticing a gap in the wall where I can see through […]
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talking to a friend in my living room while my husband dries off after a shower in the bathroom. i need to get something in there so i squeeze past him as he’s wrapping the towel around his waist, reach for the item and return to the living room without shutting the door. i wonder […]
