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She held on tightly to me, reluctant to let go for even an instant, to allow a change of posture between us, to allow me to hang over her and take the sight of her in. Her arms wrapped around me, I could feel the expansion and contraction of her ribcage as she breathed. Later I said "God, you really don't like to let go." "That's OK," she replied, "Neither do you." |
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