I rode by the hospital where the boy was born. The doors and windows were all shuttered years ago. I remember them pushing Rachel and Rhys out that door to the right in a wheelchair. I went and pulled the car around and we drove home. Two years later we were divorced.
Test riding the black bike. It is a beauty. I will not buy it though, I do not think. It is excessive and surpasses my needs. I'll test ride another one within the week. They are both absurdly expensive for basically being exercise bikes, though once you have refined your tastes there is hardly any going back. There remains only longing and hell.
Love's a tussle, it gets at all of us.
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