But anyway it isn’t me he’s sorry to. I am a corridor; he projects his sorry through me. Some idea of a guy like him is on the other end.
On Telling Strange Men that I am Married
Rachel Toliver
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this is brilliant. the sorry isn’t even for you. the sorry is for your real/my imaginary husband.

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