My fingertips hurt, a sharp immediate pain as the last of the endorphins left. Because you're more of a couple right now without the sex than I have been with anyone that I've been sleeping with. It couldn't be kept up forever, but for awhile. Just wondering what other parts of Jean-Claude I'm carrying around inside myself.
It was murder. Then he's going to be in our waiting room for how long? A few hours, I said. Secure in his faith, safe in his knowledge, trusting in a way that I had lost so long ago. I didn't remember them.
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