Sometimes she makes love to me while I sleep. Other times she plays rough and abandons me. But she always comes back.

She sits across the room slouched in her chair and tries to stare me down. Eventually she gets up and sits on my lap, rests her head on my shoulder. These are the times I wish would last forever, but sooner or later she gets up and goes out on the porch to smoke.

I stare at her back through the window and watch the smoke curl into the air.

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