It’s an old issue, but now I’m not the only one feeling it. Although I told Marek we were finished I made a commitment not long ago — to myself mostly, as a way to negotiate between the two extreme poles of emotion I maintain for him — that I wouldn’t kick him out on the streets unless he did something drastic, like stealing.
Being a dick wasn’t enough.
Vasile came home late after biznis and . . .
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