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His White Shirt
A beautiful undoing…
May 18, 2024
I take the shirt from the kitchen chair and press it to my nose. There are after-notes of cologne with the barest hint of sweat.
I close my eyes and smile.
“What are you doing?” he asks when he comes out of the bedroom.
“Just wondering if I should wash this and hang-dry it or take it to the cleaners.”
“Take it to the cleaners next time you go,” he says, coming up behind me. “Unless you want to wear it next.”
“Would you like that?” I ask, teasing.
“There are many things I’d like,” he admits quietly.
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