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Why Will You Follow Me to War, Little Brother?

Sometimes I don’t want my wife to touch me. I grow anxious and sweaty at the thought of her behind me as we ascend the stairs to bed. I pass it off like it’s funny.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Why? It’s something I feel like I have to do. I’m sorry,I’m so sorry.How did this happen? How did this happen? But how did this happen?