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Sun. May. 14, 2006 - 9:47 in the P.M. This time one year ago we were still sitting side by side in a darkened theatre. I took every possible opportunity to lean over into your sweet-smelling hair to whisper close. Every molecule in my body seemed to not only tell me to make physical contact with you, but that I couldn't afford not to. And here we are. p.s. The calendar year. |