They had been at it for two days. Stony silences and rock-hard words. All over the number of throws and the placement of cushions; silly. A thirty-year journey from their childlike pillow fights as newlyweds. They shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much, laughing inside, adamant in their commitment. Eternally wedlocked.
Robert Ludemann is hppily retired and trying to say as little as possible.
It’s that way in Most of other things we do. The ability to maintain the mementos we enter isn’t just there. It quickly dwindled, some quicker than others.
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Good story, and I love your bio.