The Alpha Who Threw Me Away

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nd bargain with every night. Some nights I win. Other nights I lie in the dark staring at the

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asin for a moment. I look tired. I always look tired lately, but today there is something else underneath it, a restlessness I canno

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icular early morning stillness, the kind that feels borrowed, like the day has not committed to itself yet. I

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ntains, still and quiet the way he gets when something is sitting heavy on him. I have learned his versions

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at me in a way that makes it d

about him. I do not want to file them away. I want him to be furniture the way the rest of this house is furniture, functional and unrem

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of whatever he wants to say, the outline of it, but he does not say it. He turns back to the window

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