so that everything--
making love in the bedroom
walking down the hallway to the bathroom
drinking coffee in the kitchen
sitting on the sofa to watch a movie
--was
fraught with danger and the imminent possibility of disaster
even just standing still and breathing
and so every minute held the possibility of being the last
every word cast an ominous shadow
and gravity's sonorous laugh was the background noise of my life
with her
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