Day 63

An arm swipes my face, leaning to take our empties. A series of games machines flash nearby. You complain under your breath. Later, at the bar, you despise my drinks orders, hate that I also want crisps. This has become a familiar feeling. This dull sensation of inevitability, the sheer power of sameness, that nothing [...]

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Day 42

I step outside and you move away, think again and return to where you were. You’re on your mobile phone, you’re prodding at the keys and then you tell me I’m only hurting myself by standing in the cold instead of in the pub. I tell you alcohol is evil and I only ever drink [...]

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Day 19

This is the first time I’ve not wanted to speak to a stranger. I’m tired of trying. I see the puffed ruffled sleeves on your shirt and how the elastic trim is digging into your forearms. You pull a pint, you announce it with a raised eyebrow. I have nothing more to report. You take [...]

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