1. Last Saturday K. gave me a desk. Months ago (when we were still together) he told me he wanted to build me one. It was Valentine’s Day weekend; it was a last hurrah, and this desk he said he wanted to build for me—the desk I needed because he believed I was a writer who deserved the space to create—was a figment of romance. 516 more words
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