Tell Me Where’s Your Hiding Place?

A mechanism to circumvent the guilt.

I left my message but did he fuck get back to me.

This morning I spent time in the gym, a little later than usual. The sky made it like twilight at 8 AM. It was pretty busy for a Saturday compared to how I know it. Good-looking girls were in. Weight-lifting gloves were on, and the once-a-week merchants made their…