the shirt

At the door this morning I saw THE shirt, the SAME SHIRT I have seen on my girl’s body for days. 

The bus was waiting.  Let it wait.

 CHANGE THE SHIRT. 

Done.  The shirt is in the trash.  Not the best intervention, but I am done with the shirt.

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