She groaned as her hands went to her forehead, "You've been promising for ten years."
He rolled his eyes, unmoved. "It's just a closet."
She shook her head, "It's everything."
He, "It's just a closet."
She, "It's always just. Just anything that lets you off the hook."
He, "You keep records just to keep up steam."
She groaned again.
His eyes rolled twice.
She walked away, he did not follow. She closed the door, he did not pursue.
And I stepped in to the hall, "you two always bicker."
Her voice came muffled while his travelled soundly. "You have no right to speak."
I, "About this or in general?"
And they, "about this."
So why my heart swelled with affection, I could not say.
Just perhaps that some day there would be something that I had the right to speak about.
That's more hope than they ever gave.
Good bye, old hostility; I'm sure we'll meet again.
For now, new times.
They bring peace.
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