The dimly lit shower stall on the end is the only way to rid my hair and my skin of Friday night, of the cigarettes and pot and the feeling that this is all there is.

:~:

lovers; but not in the romantic sense
they spend most of their time together in my (our, their) room

They [privately] proove their devotion to each other through their [private] cruelty towards others. Everyone is a potential target. It gives them something to unite against, a justification for the loud kissing between their "how was your day" stories.

:~:

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