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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

I miss you, and I want you, and I think of you all the time. I find myself driving down the street, imagining how your lips and teeth will feel on me. I dream of spending days, months, lifetimes making you smile.

You are incredible. Warm, sexy, loving, considerate, wicked.

Each time we talk I fall in love again.

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