I go to a martial arts class in an unfamiliar city. When no one is watching, the teacher tests the muscles in my arms and legs. He says, "You're stronger than people think you are, though still not very strong. But I think you're angry enough that you could kill a man nonetheless."


I have to stand outside a bathroom door and listen to the person inside vomiting. I realize it's me, several years ago.


Morning, sometime in the future. My love and I are in bed with sleepiness still on us, and she is telling me the dreams she had during the night.

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