I've continued this practice of secrecy into my adulthood, but a reckoning is coming. I can feel it.
Soon, my wife and I will lift up the cushions to move the couch someplace else, and all the filth of my past will be laid bare.
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When I was a kid, I learned I could hide plenty of bad habits in between the cushions of the living-room couch. Every bitten fingernail—every picked booger—could be shoved between the cracks and forgotten about.
I've continued this practice of secrecy into my adulthood, but a reckoning is coming. I can feel it. Soon, my wife and I will lift up the cushions to move the couch someplace else, and all the filth of my past will be laid bare.
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Cheryl Dahlstrand
29/6/2024 10:43:39 pm
There is a universal application here: human nature and the fact that we all have couches.
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Sue Clayton
1/7/2024 06:46:18 am
We all have our dirty little secrets. :)
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