A Year into Marriage
<p>The honeymoon hit the peak of my chill. It was too good, and too quick, like teen years, coming of age sex. Monday’s back to reality dreary feel had me peeping the workload like a coffee table spill. I wanted the reflection of rooftop pools, refilling pina coladas, and late-night dance floor grooves enveloped in got-you-always love vibrations.</p>
<p>But that’s never forever. Only a short burst of fun, drug fueled runs, and overly abundant sun. My bank accountant was spent. In a few more weeks I could hear the faint call of the rent.</p>
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