So, I live alone, now ... theoretically. Paul has, of course, moved on and moved out. Theoretically.
So, this afternoon, my doorbell rang. And, as you have certainly guessed by now, it was Paul.
Me: "What's up?"
Him: "I need to take a shower."
Me: "I thought you didn't live here anymore. Shouldn't you shower where you live?"
Him: "Danedy, please. I had an accident."
Well, you probably don't need the rest of the details of that conversation. But I let him take a shower. And make himself a sandwich. And have tomorrow's cigarettes early.
But I don't really feel like I have the house to myself yet.
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