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Before Losing Yourself Completely to Love

Mark Yakich

When I was a kid, my mother harped on me for my unmade bed. But I didn't see the
sense in making the bed since I was coming back to it soon. Then I started to see the
world for what it really was. Each morning I would pull the bedspread over the disheveled
sheets and blankets, leaving a lumpy mess underneath. The bed looked like it was
occupied with a family of rats and snakes. Mother knew what I was doing, but she didn't
like rats and snakes anymore than I did.

Mark Yakich

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