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10:14 a.m. - 2013-10-03 The yogi? The freak? The one with the chickens and axes and bikes and buses. The children and grandchildren and quiet smile. Last night, he let me see the wicked grin. It was only sushi, but we went from evening yoga to eat, and shut down the restaurant. I'm troubled. Attracted. Wary. Uncertain. Happy. �.. We have been trying (*we* us *together*) (in theory) to get pregnant for nearly two years now. He has taken a lover, of sorts. He cannot determine if he is done with *us* or not. I don't know if he doesn't understand, or simply doesn't care how this undoes me.
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