When I think of my wife, I think of her head. Callie's delicate head, brunette and laced with streaks of golden blonde dancing around her scalp, showing her roots. I picture crushing her small skull, unraveling her brain, trying to get answers. The common questions of every marriage. What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?
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قصص الهواةwhat are you thinking? how are you feeling? What have we done to each other?
