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A New Door

“Did you shut the door?” Michael accused.
‘The front door?" I asked.
’No, the office door."
“Yes,”
“Don’t do that again."
‘Why should I be forced to watch you masturbate to porn?"
“Its none of your business!”
“Then why don’t you shut the door?"
“Because you will think the only thing I do in there is look at porn.”
“Michael, since we’ve had the new front door you don’t hear me come home. I’ve stood in the hallway and watched you for the last few weeks.”
“You have not right to spy on me!”
“I have the right to know who I’m living with!”
“Why haven’t you said anything!”
“I’m embarrassed for you and now I know why you don’t come to bed and why you failed your online classes-
‘I don’t need your pity!”
-and its also tells me why we haven’t had sex in three months, I’m nothing like those guys"!

Later on, after 2 weeks away, I returned home. Michael had purchased a new desk, a fort of addiction facing the door, a barrier between him and me. Now I only see the neon glows flashing on his weary face, eyes electric.

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