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“I’m sorry,” he said as I put my key in the door

Turning back, I checked to see if anyone else was in the hall

“Yes, I’ to you” He pushed himself off the floor and faced me “I’m sorry for what I said, it was… I was an ass I’m here to call a truce” He lifted the wine for

Looking away, I opened my door “I’m fine—”

“I know you aren’t”

I felt ain

“I know you aren’t fine because I’m not fine We say that because we really don’t knoe are feeling at any given moment, and that’s just too hard to explain to others”

I peeked back at him

He once again lifted the bottle

“Aren’t you a doctor? Shouldn’t you be working or so in the middle of the day?”

“I should be, but I’ve clockednonstop for a month when I should have been on my honeymoon,” he answered truthfully

His eyes…his eyes were likeabout reality is all of our monsters are humans…humans who have the ability to make you drink with people you don’t even know

Unlocking the door, I held it open for hi my bike by the door

“You still don’t have furniture,” he said, looking at the open space

He was right,but a televisionthe city, with a pillow next to it where I usually sat “Less furniture,into the kitchen “But, I do have wine glasses”