The more she touches me, the more confused I am by them. The more it also makes me think and feel things I have no business thinking and feeling. That doesn't I like it any less. Isn't that the mistake I had just made?
"No, I don't cook," I tell her, standing up and moving over to the clothes she got out for me. They look like they'll fit. Dropping the towel I start to put them on.
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Date: 2012-10-24 12:29 am (UTC)"No, I don't cook," I tell her, standing up and moving over to the clothes she got out for me. They look like they'll fit. Dropping the towel I start to put them on.