On the television, black and white images of people speaking in distant languages comprehensible only by English-language subtitles offered the backing overture to a familiar and weary argument.
They had been here before, in this exact same room, and hurled the same accusations at each other. Each time it happened, it grew less painful and a little more strategic.
“Stop using me as a cure to your boredom”. He jabbed her in the solar plexus.
“I am sick of the way you portray yourself as a victim”. She roundhouse kicked him to the head.
It ended with sex. It always ended with sex. Instinctual, automatic, manipulative. Sex
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He or She... I like it
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