Thursday, June 19, 2008


Thursday was a bitch. I mean a straight up bitch. She never listened
to me. She was always right, or so she said.

We got in an argument one night. I thought all was right as rain by
the time we went to bed. Granted, I woke up in the middle of the night
with a knife to my neck, and she whispered into my ear. "Go to bed
angry. Go to bed dead."

That was the last time we had a fight.


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