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Friday, December 31, 2004

I open my mouth to tell you how much I've missed you, and you fill it with your fingers. I lick and suck them until there is no more taste of me, of us. When there is only the taste of you left, I look up at you and you smile. I do love your smile.

You pull your hand away, and take mine. We go to the baggage claim area, where mine is the only suitcase left. You retrieve it, and when you lift it you look at me strangely. "What?" I ask.

"Why is this so light?"

"Oh, you expected me to bring a lot of clothes?" I shrug and continue, " I thought I wouldn't be wearing any most of the time."

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