Friday, 27 August 2010

Silence.

You're downstairs making food. We don't have very much money at the moment, but it's going to be okay. I will get paid soon, and we can go to the cinema. I hope I get paid soon and you find a job. You always look so sad when you don't get a job. Part of me doesn't want you to get a job, I'd rather you be at home all the time. I like it that you're at home all the time...

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