January 31
Quickly, I am compelled to note a new discovery: they have oil paintings of themselves hung upon the hallway wall. In his portrait, all business, he brandishes three silver rings, fists closed & rested upon his legs in a half-lean, that familiar smirk smeared across his face. In hers, rendered in a wash, she gazes, because of how the paintings are positioned, up at him, her eyes full of adoration & life. Oil portraits of themselves on the wall five feet from their bedroom. My disgust is complete.
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