
You broke up on Saturday, when the sun had just come up. He wore blue trousers and a shirt pressed against his chest. You spotted the tie and knew something was terribly wrong. It’d been one week since he donned the tie. He’d crashed into your weekend and said, in his flattest voice, “Yemisi had […]
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