After sex, Austin was talking about how tired he was, lounging across the room. I was lying in bed.
Austin: I’m forty. I don’t have the energy.
Me, unable to force myself out of bed: I’m tired too. I’m fifty. I’m more tired than you.
Austin: Now you know what I’ve had to put up with for the past ten years.
Just for that, I got up and went over and punched him.
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