we match, I say, and as soon as the words are out I already know that tomorrow will come and I will remember this moment and wince. We match?? And so, even through this drunken haze, I feel relief when he doesnt laugh at me. Instead he squeezes me a little tighter, brings me a tiny bit closer so my edges are against his edges, and its all warm. Our bodies fit. I secretly sniff him, and get rewarded with his fresh lemony scent

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