Literal Kicking

When I first moved in they weren’t speaking at all. So I thought it safe to voice my yearnings.  I could write poems for you, I told her.  What kind of poems, he shouted, bursting in on us.  Er, industrial ones, I mumbled.  But still he kicked me out.  Literally.

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