.
She... thinks... maybe. And, comes out half jealous, half angry, and
half... pleased for me. Yes, women can do that.
How we used to love, to be sure, sometimes.
She didn't believe, not everything, but... more than she often let on.
A consternation, of hers this time.
Her main worry? To a degree, if not completely.
She doesn't want to be forgotten. Strange, the differences between men
and women? Or... maybe I am strange. I wouldn't mind being
forgotten.
Oh, well, and in there... you'll see it. Or not. Had. To. Laugh.
She even has... similarities. Yea. She does.
There were others. Not sure all of those were from her. Some of
them, most of them. Just how they arrived, the order, the sensations
when they arrived. I could see her in them, so plainly. She had
three chances. One direct, two the way people who know each other well
actually talk. Unspoken, but firm.
Oh, I'm asleep. Have been for hours. Probably dreaming on these
things.
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