My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

against my shoulder during a movie we were both pretending not to like. It would be a lie to say none of that ever meant anything.

But love without limits is not love. It is servitude wearing love’s name, and I spent fifteen years unable to see the difference because I had been inside it since I was old enough to hold a broom.

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