Vanity. Ares

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I never would understand such words. After that
story came another about drugs; Myra apparently
had taken LSD once and fell to hurt the left thigh
— well that is what was said when I noticed some
sort of scar on the pelvic area and thigh region, but
in retrospect Myra was always quick to put on some
clothes after intercourse, and we also only had
relations with the lights off. I thought that this was
strange, but my mind was preoccupied and at the
time I assumed there were the usual body issues,
but why would I think about it so deeply? I didn’t
think about it deeply, I was just going through life;
spending time, just spending time.
Usually in play in the dark, of course, my
penis seemed to be okay with the situation, as it
stood. Plus by that time my mind had not really
taken in the full situation, thus the incidents
amounting to my life just revolved around that room
which was completely unavoidable at the time — I
felt that Myra was just an aspect of my life blowing
in the wind, it seemed; time was moving forward. A
few more weeks had passed and we sat in a similar
position on the bed, talking or with me really half
hearing Myra go on about things I don’t remember
now, before there was a knock at the door. It was
Sunday and my routine had meant that I had not
much on, money will do that to the scenes that you
try to create in life, and I was very short of it. I had
problems with the procedure of my signing-on
check and that was the major culprit that day.
Bored, I put some clothes on and opened the door,
to see that it was Beckett; shaggy hear, dirty
attempting to be white t-shirt. He told me that they
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