This was the routine until she saw the Viagra in my pocket. I tried to deny but she wanted the truth. And I gave her precisely that. She got broken, Brown rose got broken. I watched the red petals fall off. I saw myself in her, how I wept inside me for three years, how I was internally broken. She wanted to talk about the way forward; she wanted to fight for me. She told me it could be cured in a prayer house, but I told her I was certain of two things: That I wasn't going to take the Viagra tablet ...
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