Maybe our friendship has now gone beyond the sex chatter, which is a shiny veneer, like the new Laminex the kitchen guy showed us. And maybe we have traveled beneath this and now we are in that impossible void underneath where my skin is peeled off and there is nothing at all inside.
All facade scraped clean.
And maybe now you will realise that I bore you as terribly as I bore myself.
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