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i can feel the storm clouds (the death of you and me)
At least he still knows all the words to say, the places to nod, to make it seem less like he’s not paying attention. Always after forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Number four, he goes to a private confessional. Where he kneels down at the edge of his bed like he’s praying and all he’s praying for is forgiveness. For cheating. For emotional distance. For thinking about how good it’s going to feel when they get back together again. For wanting, coveting, desiring to get his hands back on José.(he’s not safe, but he’s good)
