It was the night we said those awful things to each other. I don't want to remember the mean things I said to you. Of course I regret them, but how else would I know what you were thinking? You thought I disgusted you and that my caresses were toad touches, that sex with me was a real ordeal, that you never had an orgasm and that your final ecstasy was faked. Since then, I've been left with a taste of bile in my mouth. Before I forget, tomorrow I'm going to ask the doctor if it is possible to get jaundice from an aborted love.
(Translated by Cătălina Colibaba / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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