So, Him.  He’s my age, a nice change from these older men I seem to collect.  Now that we’re both five years from thirty, to some our grey might appear premature, though to me it seems reasonable; I’d have grey hair too, if I didn’t color it blonde. Mine came from law school in Lubbock, his from two years of investment banking in NYC; we left both behind around the same time for the idea of something, anything more, alive.

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