Crabgrass

[tinywarrior]

This time he was leaving. He’d gone about doing it in his head often enough. He imagined next weekend without her, how he would tend his garden and flop into his hammock with a good book. His spirit, compressed from folding over itself again and again according to her needs, would slowly spread and take root in the bare patches of dirt he

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[spring_sparrow]

That's exactly how I felt before I left him.