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[18 Mar 2005|04:50pm] |
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It's just so I can write, write every day, write whatever words come to mind and maybe some time in the middle of it all - infinite number of monkeys and infinite number of keyboards and just enough time - a shiny gem. We like shiny.
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[18 Mar 2005|05:34pm] |
"Do you like it?"
He said it quietly. Hand caressing my shoulder, slides to the back of my neck. Do you?
Wouldn't be here if I wouldn't. Wouldn't make these noises. Wouldn't arch into you, now would I.
Yes.
"Yes."
Of course.
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