by Melanie Browne
spent a lot
of our class
time talking
about her relationship
with her husband.
she talked about
it in English.
sitting on her desk,
she talked
and talked
about it
and before I
knew it the bell was
ringing for the next class
and at the end of the year
I barely knew the
the French alphabet
but I know they
never had sex
on Fridays
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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