I hang with it for as long as I can, until my skin is chilled and my joints ache, and then I spin the faucet over to warm. The pipes begin to squeal as hot water goes through them, and all this tension I was carrying around without knowing it melts away, washed down the drain with the soapy water as I start to lather up.
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One year ago: One Last Time
Two years ago: A Momentary Truce
Three years ago: Seen That Trick Before
Ten years ago: The Sweetest Bitters
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