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run for your lives

My legs are so bug-bitten, I look like I have the chicken pox again.

Justin is trying, he really is. I really think it may work this time. Last night, we only had half an hour before the subway shut down, but he had been drinking, so we cut it really close. Still going around minute twenty-seven, even though we had intended a quickie. Screeeee!! I ran from the car to the station and rode home sticky and sweaty, full, exhausted. A man named Carlos barfed beside me and a small amount splattered onto my bare knee.

At home, I texted Justin: "I'm home safely, but a guy BARFED on me on the subway."

He texted back: "Some girl in the building asked me to kill a bug for her and it was a HUGE cockroach. Not gonna lie, I was scared."

He's going for empathy. He's trying.