Now, when I see my father’s face, I don’t see the fishing trip. I see the tremor in his hand before he told me he was proud. When I kiss my wife, I don’t feel warmth. I feel the ghost of every woman I failed before her, pressing their cold lips against the back of my neck.
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And I can't delete it.
The file is called repression.exe .