She's noisier than I am, I marveled as we got ready for bed. Me, still of spirit? Stiller than this one, for sure. It was an interesting and new perspective and I thought of it while we both lay there awake, spooned and cuddled but far from intimate. I worried about not fucking her, because I worry about that. I probably give too much of myself away before considering my own self, but last night I just couldn't pretend. No one wants to be pretended to, anyway. I think!

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