“The worst kept secret” by Sasha on her couch


Sunday August 21, 2016
10:43pm
5 minutes
lifehacker.com

You knew that Minnie had secrets but you weren’t sure how many, you weren’t sure how low they lay, stratus clouds in an otherwise blue sky. Sometimes, on the days when Minnie couldn’t get out of bed, you would bring her soft boiled eggs and toast “soldiers”, buttered and peppered, just how she liked. Often, on those days, when you’d come back in the bedroom, nothing would be touched, except for the egg’s shell, cracked with the teaspoon but then left to grow cold.

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