IN THE BEGINNING, there was love. There was Mahler, molestation, fluorescent jackets, tree houses and vegetarian nibbles. Everything was good, even the possibility of broken teeth and the eventuality of broken glasses didn’t spoil the brew. Then came social networking, the allure of minor celebrity status, fan mail and big-breasted girls with pouting lips. After that, came physicality, real body-on-body clashes that left both combatants battered and bruised. But still the love, the pagan, tattooed love, prevailed. Drastic times called for drastic measures, they ought to have called for communication — yet the deed was done, sealed with a fck. The only way back was through words, because words were how these two redheads first came together. These are those words; a poetic story of infidelity and betrayal.
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