WhiskeyTodd

He built me a house out of willow bones. I didn't know how to thank him, so instead of smiling I said "We speak with different hopes," I pretended like his laugh could make me smile, make me forget the ridges in his palms were like severed river beds. "Of course we do." "I'm serious." "You're never serious." "Only about you." "You joke too much" "Maybe." His embrace was erratically cold. Irony didn't begin to describe it. I guess you loose warmth with age. Or maybe it's with lies. I may never know. "Grand tour?" "Sure." Winter curled up inside his eyes as we stood with our toes pressing against the first steps of the run-down church

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