No pages written because there was great drama and despair on this day. Almost a reconciliation. She had apologised for the hatred of yesterday. Then there was a disagreement. She rejected me. I almost kind of slammed a door in her face in frustration, which was taken as a clear act of violence and I was left alone in my shame. I think I watched some wimbledon. I got a coffee from a café nearby. Went to work. Then I went and slept at Upper North Street in the evening. No one else was in.
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