I take a puff, I take another puff, I find my husband and take his pen for a puff of that, I look at him, I raise the pen between us so I can’t see all of him. “I want to die.” I giggle at him a little. “I want to die.”
He doesn’t look away from the game. He giggles back at me. “Don’t.” He reaches an arm out for me. “Don’t.”
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