You help me out of the car and walk with me slowly up the front stairs- to what I've been told, is our house. "I hate this shite" I think to myself. "So damn embarrassin'." When we enter the living room I see pictures of the two of us everywhere.... It's weird to see myself in pictures I don't remember taking with a wife I dont remember marrying. I need to lie down... I murmur, overwhelmed, as I rub my aching temples.
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