And so I resisted.
I fought off the vision of the shrouded figures and the dark planet and all that was perfect and I held close to imperfection.
To my own imperfection.
To my imperfect Carlos.
I took him, and I carried him out of the cube. I came up, heaving, into this world that will disappoint us.
And he said to me, “I just thought that maybe it was…it was time for us, maybe, to make a home. Together.”
And I said “Yes! Please! That would be, well, that would be neat!”
"But somewhere else, OK? A duplex, an apartment…I don’t think a condo."
"No," he said, "Not a condo."
And then he said, “Listen—”
Mmmmm, he thinks I shouldn’t tell you everything.
That’s, I should leave a little something there that belongs just to us.
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Episode 31.5 - Condos