My desolate back glues to the mattress
as a stream of beerchipsmoviessongsgamesbooks pours all over me. I could have a cadres of jesters; a continent of fans; a harem of thousands - a microscope wouldn't spot the difference. A miracle is to shut up the seconds and be there, forever, cuddling with the one you can not reach.
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