it felt like a hammer had hit me in the chest, sternum-square and clear of intent, when you said those things to me. will you never speak to me again? what's happened?
well, i thought, this won't be so bad, 'cause it's not as if you live here. then i remembered that you do live here. you've lived here all along. then i remembered that i don't live here. i was just trying to steal your television set.
still. . .days later, the same dull ache in my chest.